Awhile back, I wrote this post about what I've learned from working with mostly men for decades in a job that is primarily manual labor. Sometimes I wonder if it's changed me from the person I would have been if I had chosen a more traditionally female role. If I had chosen to be a nurse or a teacher, would I still dislike asking for help, considering it a sign of weakness? Would I still rather go away than talk it out? Would I actually enjoy talking about my feelings?
I ran this theory by a male friend. "Sometimes I feel like I AM a man," I said.
"Dude, you ARE," he replied. Sigh.
Don't misunderstand. I like to wear dresses, I get my hair highlighted, and I have a weakness for cute boots. I will never refuse chocolate because "I have a chew in." I have three cats. I wouldn't want to go to Jared, worry about getting in a fight, or pretend football is interesting. So, I'm not REALLY a guy. But I do understand them. I don't, like some women, think they are a different species, are from Mars, or that there is a certain set of "Rules" that need to be followed to get them interested.
I can't say whether I would have turned out differently if I hadn't spent almost my entire adult life working around men. I'm not sorry, though. I appreciate my "masculine side." Don't expect me to ask for directions. I might be driving around in circles, but I'll be wearing some really cute boots doing it.
|Kind of a dude...|
|...but not really.|