I’ve never been one for the “generational wars.”
Call me idealistic, but I think every generation has its own challenges and struggles, and the last thing I feel like doing is throwing any woman under the bus… of any age.
For example, it’s incredibly surreal to me that my mother’s generation (Boomers) couldn’t even get a credit card in their own name until 1974 when the Equal Credit Opportunity Act was passed. WTAF?
Then, when I look at the younger generations behind me, my heart aches for them. I cannot imagine going through puberty and high school with social media.
Those years are hard enough.
I won’t even get into my grandmother’s generation. Women had even fewer rights. I had one grandmother who worked and one who didn’t… because most women of that generation were “supposed” to be housewives.
My Mom was home for us until later in elementary school, and I grew up with zero illusions of not working. I always assumed I would and didn’t really give it much thought.
As someone who has always been pretty driven and wore productivity like a badge of honor (seriously, does the carpet need to be shampooed at 10 PM at night? No), the shift into realizing what I really wanted surprised me.
