It's ironic, isn't it, how staying at home brings out the angry feminist in me?
Here's what made me mad recently. I sometimes get emails from parenting sites telling me about Baby Girl's stages of development as the pregnancy progresses.The other day, one suggested that now is a great time to get my hair cut. That's fine, I'm all for preggo mamas spoiling themselves. But then the article mentioned a salon visit would be a good idea so I can look oh-so-pretty in those first mama-baby pictures.
So let me get this straight. I'm at the hospital. I've just created a new life after carrying it inside me for about nine months. I've been sweating, grunting, breathing, and I don't remember what else for several hours and now I'm holding this miracle child and meeting her for the first time, but I should be worried about whether or not my hair is cute?
This is why I think so many women become obsessed about their bodies, their hair, their looks, etc. Because at the moment when heaven and earth intersect and compress themselves into this small moment of life, when it seems like the world is irrelevant but for ten little fingers and ten little toes, someone is telling women that their efforts are meaningless unless their hair is perfectly in place.