It's come to my (Lisa's Pride) attention that some of you think I was serious with the last coNUNdrum, and that perhaps I think of myself as a Princess or that women should walk two paces behind men. I feel the need to dispel this inaccuracy.
But for today I concentrate on where a woman's proper place is. I was being mostly Tongue in Cheek when I said that Mrs. Timid should hold up the royals as an example to her husband and walk a step behind him. I say "mostly" because that order does work for some couples. And there's nothing wrong with letting your man lead you down the sidewalk if that's how you both like it. Mr. Timid was trying to be chivalrous (according to Mrs. Timid). I was giving him a new paradigm of chivalrous pedestrianship—one that didn't include guarding her against Jack the Ripper.
And even with The Royals, his being The Leader is almost imperceptible--they're that close together.
I walk hand-in-hand, side-by-side with Samson—almost everywhere—we tend to part at restrooms. And as I said in my P.S. (which I added after the fact of yesterday's blog), sometimes he takes the lead, sometimes I do. In the car, I tend to take the lead less. I'm Geographically Challenged especially when the sun goes down. Almost failed Night Land Nav at OCS (Officer Candidate School).
Which brings me to the other point.
The one about me thinking I'm a princess—I was in the military for Pete's Sake! I do camo better than I do make-up. And as Sam can attest, I wouldn't know demure if it smacked me in the face—though I can be gentle, caring, and even lady-like.
But Princess Demure—no!
And lastly, with all the strength and intelligence I possess, and with the attitude that Sam and I navigate our lives together, I still consider him the leader of our family.
But that does not make me a backward princess.
I hope it doesn't anyway.
Well, I guess that's it.
All in Goodwill,
Lisa's Pride Out