Empowerment

I was talking (via text) to my friend the other day about a date she’d recently been on with a dashing young man. After extracting the most important information from her, like what he looked like and what he was like and what his accent was like (foreign yum,) we moved onto some things she learned from him and thought I should know. For example, he told her that “we women” should have all the control in relationships. We apparently hold all of the power in our high heels and handbags. I might have found this easier to believe if at that exact moment I hadn’t been sprawled on the couch watching New Zealand’s Next Top Model, and Game of Thrones in the ads, devouring a bag of chips and a slab of chocolate for dinner. I’d like to take this moment to point out that even though this was a Friday night I was not in fact having a pity party. There was nothing I wanted to do more than blob on the couch watching telly with junk food, but somehow it detracted from the “I am Woman, hear me roar” message my friend was trying to pass on to me. Cue cynical self-laughter (if you won’t laugh at yourself cynically who will? Openly that is).

It was a sweet thought though and I made sure to empower myself the very next day:

I spent most of the day in an apron baking and cooking dinner for some friends, took a short break to go for a run along the beach in the cold, and then proceeded to get sozzled while dining and applying makeup (not normally the best combination but it didn’t turn out too badly) before going to watch a pole dancing show. It was absolutely amazing! I can’t wait to start myself! Well, obviously I don’t have any patience because I volunteered to try out a couple of moves in front of everyone. For future, tight dresses are not ideal when trying to swing around a pole or lift your legs up. Also, upper body strength would be helpful. It was only my first go though, and it can only go up from here (lame pun). I must say though, they were a little scantily clad, but then if I had a body like that perhaps I’d consider leaving the privacy of my room to dance around in my undies too.