Two things happened this past month that made me re-think being a woman.

 One, I watched the local grammar school performance of Bye Bye Birdie.

In one song the main character, 16 year old Kim, sings “How lovely to be a Woman,” in which she glories in her burgeoning figure, the privileges of mascara and high heels and all the perceived goodies of her passage into womanhood.

It ain’t lovely, I thought. Not one bit. You’ll get tired of the constant adjustments women have to make to (more…)