I have a few, all ranch women but even the younger ranch women are not all there any more. Rarely do I meet other women that have any sense at all, and yes they do have a chip on their shoulder. I can’t stand them telling me I have been so badly treated and how women of my mother’s generation had it so terrible. I am sure some did, but my mother was a very traditional woman and she was a very happy woman so they are not right about how miserable women were before feminism. I have yet to meet a feminist that is happy.
“I can’t stand them telling me I have been so badly treated and how women of my mother’s generation had it so terrible.”
My grandmother (yes, grandmother) was born in 1876. In the Deep South, in Mississippi, in a city still recovering from the destruction that Sherman had inflicted upon it when he burned it to the ground. The family finances were severely reduced by the war, as most were in the South. One of her uncles had been killed at Gettysburg.
Apparently no one told her that she was oppressed and couldn’t amount to anything. She married late, at around 40, but by that time she owned free and clear her own two story boarding house, which she had helped design, as well as a prosperous millinery shop. My dad’s parents were doing well until the Great Depression hit, and a good deal of that was due to my grandmother’s initiative. A Scarlett O’Hara without the childish petulance.