Back in 1982 American author Joyce Jillson wrote a humorous book entitled “Real Women Don’t Pump Gas” (A Guide to All That is Divinely Feminine). This book elicited a lot of fervor in the women’s movement about what was feminine and what was feminist. This book is in hardcover as well as paperback, and is available at www.amazon.com, or probably at Bookman’s Used Books in town.
Here’s some examples of the humor from the book’s chapters: Chapter 3 The Real Woman’s Credo (“You can’t be too rich, too thin, or have too many silk blouses”), Chapter 11 One Thing a Real Woman Never Carries in her Purse (answer: “Cash”), Chapter 17 The Real Woman’s Library (“Non-fiction- Everything by Judith Krantz, Everything by Jacqueline Susann, Romeo and Juliet”).
The author divides us women into 2 groups: Real Women or Gas-pumpers. Period.
Now it is 28 years later, and a decade into the 21st century. What are “real women” like now? Do any still exist? I think so– are they the ones in town bedecked in fashionable clothing (couture, really) with fantastic hair styles, fancy finger nails, and high heeled shoes?
I bet those women still don’t pump gas but instead ask their boyfriend/partner/significant or insignificant other/spouse/any helpful bystander to do it for them. Or do they?
Let me know ladies and gentlemen, what you think about “real women” nowadays. Is First Lady Michelle Obama a real woman? Is former Governor Sarah Palin? Does this label have any relevance today?
And if you’re not sure of the definition of a real woman, I recommend you hunt down this humorous book and read it. I actually own my own (pink) copy.
Note: I confess I do pump gas, but would prefer if someone else did it for me.