Pass the Ball to the Girl

Rough day at the Cohen house this morning.  Without warning or notice, Hurricane Brooklyn tore through on a rampage, upset over not being allowed to take markers to school and then compounding her troubles by trying to sneak them back into her back pack.  For some strange reason, I could not get myself moving this morning and after the storm had passed, found myself scrambling around the house to pull things together and get to the office.  In the midst of my scrambling, I came across one of those slogan bracelets, sitting on a counter, long forgotten.  I don't remember where I got it, but I think I picked it up for B, hoping that she might get a kick out of it.  Obviously forgotten and left behind by her (or maybe it was an extra one?) I found it while searching for something else.  After reading it, I decided to wear it and decided it was going to be an ass-kicking day.  The slogan?  By Nike (of course):

"Pass the Ball to the Girl"

I'm not sure why, but it just struck me as appropriate today.  Maybe it's because I'm getting back to the gym and starting to work out again; maybe it's because I'm getting back into playing basketball; or maybe it's just because I feel like kicking a little ass.  There is a lot on my to-do list today and I'm hoping to breeze through most of it.  (Sitting here writing to you isn't helping, though.)  I just feel motivated and I'm not sure why.  (Not that it is a bad thing.)

But to reflect just a bit on the slogan, it struck me as funny.  Even in today's "enlightened" age, we find ourselves struggling with the glass ceiling and the idea held by some, that not everyone is equal, and not everyone can achieve at the same level.  Hard to believe that in the 21st Century, there are some men out there that still feel that woman should not make as much money and that the place is in the home, chained to the stove with baby on the hip.  It is possible that I've just done too much laundry in the past few days and the smell of detergent and bleach has finally sent me over the edge, but I'm just feeling a little under-appreciated in this male-dominated world. 

And no, ladies, I did not and do not wash his clothes.  There are some out there who would lambaste me for not being a good little wifey-poo and washing his scivies, but trust me - the man can sort colors from whites and push a few buttons just as easy as I can.   Given the fact that I pushed two children out of a very uncomfortable place for him, it's the least he can do.  So no, I do not wash my husband's clothes.

Where was I?  Oh yes, equality for women.  No, I'm not really the bra-burning type (my chest is about average and I prefer the help that Victoria and Frederick can offer me in that regard,) but I do believe that the time is well past due to give us the credit we deserve.  That is not to say that some of us out there do not already get that credit, but I just thought we could remind the men in our lives, in case they missed it.

To my ladies out there, just remember that you are strong enough, you are good enough, and yes, you can be stylish and look beautiful while conquering the world!  If a man tries to get in your way, give him to options - well, maybe three options - he can help lift you up, he can get out of way, or he can get kicked in the nuts.  Sounds good, right?   

All violence and kidding aside, I am going to try and get some work done today and maybe even go to the gym.  While I'm there, maybe I'll step onto the court and show the boys how its done.  We'll see.