WOMAN ZONE
If you wish to remain within the realms of political correctness then this new section is certainly NOT for you. This whole scenario goes out of the window as we take a look at various aspects of modern day life. YES, you can drool over the people that will be featured! YES, you can complain about those little chores needing done that warrant the term, 'a man's job', YES you can complain about having to do 'women's work' and YES, you may also stand up and be counted if you reckon that men and women are equals. BUT, at the end of the day, women are the ones who bare the children and men are the ones who arrive home late, switch on the television and open a can of lager...and leave the dratted plastic can holders in the fridge!
OK, in defense of the men, hello to all you women who prefer to 'borrow' a 'Bic' razor for your legs then RETURN it to the pack for later use!
I am not, for one minute, suggesting that the above roles are set fast. Many men make wonderful parents, homemakers and secretaries and many women revel in their male dominated careers, but it appears to me that society, in general, is sick to death of political correctness and the illusion that we have achieved equality between the sexes.
Equality? What a load of rubbish! Or is it?
Lyrics to 'This Is My Life' A number one hit for the future?
Get up, get washed, get yourself dressed,
Eat your toast, and go to work depressed.
Leave work, go home, eat, then watch TV,
Go to bed until it's time to... let's see!
(Repeat this for a minimum of five verses, then chorus begins)
Weekend's here, weekend's here,
And I'm having a long lie,
Got no work today, 'cos it's Saturday
And the factory is closed!
Blast and drat, what is that?
Do you really have to shout?
I'm trying to sleep, but I can't,
I'd forgotten that school's out!
What the heck? I'd best go check,
That the kids are behaving,
I'll do the dishes, scrub the floor,
Do the laundry, and then there's more.
Hoover up, make the tea,
Do the garden, 'what about me?'
Amuse the kids, spend the pay,
Do the shopping, call it a day!
Attend the church? Committee meeting?
Visit relatives? I'm nearly greeting,
The weekend's over, what a strife,
No point complaining, 'cos this is my life!
Now you have had time to digest the contents of this jaunty wee song, let's see what it all means. Did you recognise anyone in there? Did you draw your own conclusions? One final question, was it written by/about a man or a woman?
By way of introduction to this unusual column, I want you to consider the above lyrics. Compare your answers; tell us what you think and what led you to that conclusion. We want to see a few new verses to add to the collection from both men and women, young and old.