Never let anyone treat you like a yellow Starburst

You are a pink Starburst.  Remember that!  The Boomlennial woman has been put under a lot of pressure throughout the decades.  We were the first generation of women who were expected to work outside the home.  And we needed it and wanted it or fell under the spell of it all.  Our mothers made housekeeping a fulltime job and it probably was.  They hung the laundry outside on the clothesline.  On Monday.  The whole neighborhood.  On Monday.  They actually cooked meals everyday,  all day,  like three of them.  What’s that about?  Most families in my hood only had one car, so they didn’t spend a lot of time at the mall, the non-existent mall, or running the kids around, or finding ways to get ‘out of the house’.  The Boomlennial woman found lotsnlots of ways to get her enlightened buttocks OUT.  Staying at home all day was just not a good fit.  Thus began the battle between the ‘working’ mother and the ‘stay at home’ mother.  The WM said I have to work to make ends meet and because I’m brilliant and really enjoy my job and I’m really good at it.  And I’m a pink Starburst.  And the SAHM said I want to take care of my kids and I don’t need another car and my job is a fulltime one and I’m brilliant.  Also a pink Starburst.  What we didn’t realize at the time tho is that it all just fell to the woman.  All that bringin home the bacon and fryin it up in a pan and never lettin him forget he’s a man who should be pickin up the slack here and wipin up the grease and snotty little noses boom!   But we did teach the next generations how to mix the worlds and parenthood and how to share.  It’s also not easy being green.  Just ask Kermit.