I love women. Most of my friends are women. I am a woman. Now that I have made all of this clear, I need to say that women can be bitchy, marginalizing and extremely petty. Those who stay at home condemn those who work (she won’t sacrifice for her children) , those who work condemn those who stay at home (she is so boring, please don’t seat me beside her at a dinner party ). Those showing signs of age are said to be letting themselves go, those looking a little too good are asked if they are eating anything at all (anorexia?) or having an affair. Those who are doing well are aggressive; those down on their luck are pathetic. Those who are happy are asked about mood stabilizers; those who are sad are questioned about depression.
We need to work on the sisterhood, girls
I had a meeting with my bank manager today who I quite like but who cautions me frequently on my sunny nature. While it is true she knows my whole financial picture and can’t possibly find me top of the class; I, on the other hand, know what I can do and have the crazy ability to believe in miracles. We are different; she spends all day with numbers and I spend all day with colour. Gord Nixon brings a tear to her eye; Gord Downie a tear to mine. She asked “has your financial picture changed at all in the last month?” She assumed I would answer “no”. I said “yes, actually, I launched my blog and I got a paycheque from it last month” She said “you got paid for your blog?” Eyes bulging in disbelief, “that’s so cute”.
That’s the kicker.
When a woman says “that is so cute” – it only really means that’s so cute when it is relating to a baby, a puppy or something sweet your husband or the Easter bunny did. Beyond that she is trying to say it is lame, ugly, cheap or pathetic. Sometimes it can even be a statement to buy time because she is in shock (here, maybe the case) or jealous. Believe me, I am a woman. I know.
I looked at this woman I like and I said “that’s so cute?” “Did you really just say that’s so cute? It is not cute – it is fucking amazing. Ok I have to write that down. I am going to have to blog about this.’
I got out my notebook, laughing, wrote “that’s so cute” and promised her I would not use her name.
In the meantime, I won’t hold my breath to see the Wall Street Journal, commenting “that’s so cute” , in reference to RBC’s fiscal health.