Here it goes. My name is ReBecca, the b in my first name is not actually capitalized, but that was how I got people to subtly call me Becca while I was in college. Now, I've just decided to keep it, anyway, I'm not here to talk about etymology but as the title of my blog reads, "The Lost Traditions of Womanhood." As I'm writing this post, the lyrics to that famous Irving Berlin song are ringing in my ears, they go, "I can do anything you can better. I can do anything better than you. No you can't! Yes I can!" You may ask why, but the reason you will soon learn is that I want to write about the things girls my age, with my background are supposed to hate, so that we can ask ourselves why we hate them and maybe reconcile ourselves to them and bring us some peace of mind. I am not just talking about baking a pie and having babies, although I do want to hit on those topics, but I'm talking about my incessant need to be a C.E.O. or to not have children or to make people believe that I don't know how to sew, when honestly I could spend my days as a yoga instructor, drinking tea, reading a good book and waiting for the perfect apple pie to come out of the oven.
So what's my goal? I am not 100% sure yet, except that I am learning how to be a woman and in through that process I don't want to lose what the women of my past worked hard to develop, womanhood, to this fear that I won't be respected unless I am androgynous.
That's all for now,