About a month or two ago as I recall, JoBelle started a thread (rant) about a young 18 or 19 year old (don't remember exactly) guy who still lived with his mother, she worked, and he was a smartass who played games all day. Then the thread became a "What it takes to be called a man" type thing. So here is my question. Are there any "Rules" to becoming a woman? Is this not a double-standard? Im curious.
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What makes you a Woman?
- Thread starter Krokus
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Krokus,
Since it was my thread that seemd to spur this thought in you , I figured I'd pop in and answer first. 🙂 For the record...if the same situation that prompted the initial thread had happened and her child was a daughter rather than a son, I would have ranted about the overgrown child needing to act like a woman istead of a little girl. Now, that that part is cleared up....
What does it take to be considered a woman?
Well, for the old fashioned types out there, you could say that being of legal marrying age with the ability to birth a child would suffice. Historically speaking, as soon as a girl hit that adolescent milestone of getting her periods, she was was a woman. Sorry for you fellas who hate the word menstruation.*lol* It wasn't unusual for many woman to find "adulthood" much earlier than their male counterparts simply because they were burdened with the responsibility of having a baby and tending to a house. *shrug*
Nowadays, I think it's pretty much the same grading scale as it is for men. Turning 18 has nothing to do with being an adult anymore than body hair does. "18" is just a random number that was plucked out of the sky and used as an average.
I think to be a real woman, one has to be independent, skilled in personal interactions, repsonsible for your words and actions, and being respectful to fact that once your old enough to have a job and support yourself, then you should stop mooching off of your parents and start your own life. Unfortunately, many girls never feel they can take care of themselves until they have a husband. I'd say that is societal training more than anything else.
I work with teen moms on a weekly basis. There are many of them who have far beaten the teen fathers to adulthood. These teen moms are caring for a child while the dads are still being boys. It's the same old story it always has been. It's frustrating to look at a 17 year old girl who has a kid, and try to explain to her that she still has a long way to go before she's a woman. She'll have to learn skills to raise her kid, and herself. She'll have to have that full time job a lot sooner. She'll probably not get a chance to go to college for a few more years. It's sad. I digress....sorry, but that's a personal thing with me.
Krokus..all in all. Becoming a woman is more than physical, just as for men. It's being a repsonsible person who cares about the world around them and is willing to work toward bettering it rather than sitting on their duff and bitching.
I thought I was a woman at 17 when I move out on my own and took care of myself. Actually, I was just a very independent kid. I became a real woman, the day I became a mother and nursed my baby for the first time. Take that for what you will.
Joby
Woman
The 'crown of creation' bestowed upon 'Woman' cannot be measured by gold or gems. Her value far outweighs the most precious of them. Her virtues cannot be purchased. Her beauty, unsurpassed even by the most delicate of roses, cannot be captured on canvas nor molded in marble. Though many a gifted artisan has tried.
Her moods ever-changing as the ocean's tide. 'Woman' is fleeting. Able to only be understood by the God who created her. Woman. Most beautiful. Most glorious. Most creative of God's imagination, has been given the privilege to bear life from life. Creating from within the confines of her own sphere. Strength of iron flowing in her veins allow her to conquer agony. Overcome the rending, ripping pain that grips her as she expels life from her loins. Only 'Woman' can then reach between her own legs. Past the gush of water and blood. Bring to her breast. Life, to suckle, to fill with sustenance to grow.
Many a 'woman' have taken up the banner of 'Freedom' as man has failed mankind. 'Woman,' carries the burden of comforting. Soothing the fallen comrades. 'Woman,' unceasingly strives for the answer to man's disease. Compelled to stand at the side of a loved one as they pass from this life, to the land of everlasting. She stands firm in her vigil, never wavering from her duty. 'Woman,' buries her beloved fathers, husbands, and sons. Bears the burden of going on. Alone. Facing uncertainties with conviction she will survive.
'Woman,' weeps over the tyranny of the beast. Cries for the destruction of the weapons of war. Begs for mercy from a Merciful God. Pray for man to be delivered from the stench of death, the cramps of famine and the fever of battle. 'Woman,' embodied with the heart of courage can hold in the confines of her hands power to deliver compassion.
'Woman,' wears kindness and charity as ribbons of honor.
'Woman,' is proof that God extends forgiveness to a world lost in confusion and darkness. A woman's lips can bestow healing peace. The smallest of woman's hands can hold the hope of tomorrow. For in her arms is the security for today.
'Woman's ' need for man is only surpassed by man's need of ' Woman.' Without her, his life is incomplete.
'Woman,' initiates balance between the world and home. She establishes a haven of protection from the hurts and slings of this world. 'Woman,' a dreamer inspired by the colors, scents and sounds around her. She brings Glory and Honor to the Lord she loves. 'Woman,' blessed, is smiled upon. Often sent into the dredges of the world. Carrying His message of Truth. To witness of His Sacrifice. To love the unlovable. To embrace the unwanted.
A Woman raises her hands to worship her God from whence it all comes. Without thought of how it appears. Lifts her voice in song with her sisters around the world. Bringing tears to all who hear. Beseeching the world to join them in peace. Join them in spirit.
Built within the deep substance of 'Woman' is a desire to overcome adversities. To always finish better than she began. To improve what sometimes appears to be desolate. A 'Woman' can bring order out of chaos. Build a home from a hovel. Take the driest, stringiest cut of meat and turn it into a stroganoff. Soup can appear as if by magic from an onion, a potato and a handful of peas.
A 'Woman' is able to take a scrap of material and make a window dressing. Or, take a window dressing and turn it into a 'scrap of a dress.' 'Woman' brings decoration to each environment she inhabits. A paper plate, a cup of macaroni, a bit of ribbon and she creates a wreath. Give her a penny and she can pinch it till it screams. Hand her a dollar and she can stretch it till it almost tears.
'Woman,' with a tender caress can make a pauper believe he is a 'king.' 'Woman' can be a Friend, a Lover, a Mate. She's a Daughter and a Sister. She's a Wife, Mother and Grandmother. All manner of persons in one lovely package. A scene most precious, 'Woman' with a little child on her knee, wiping his tears and kissing his brow. 'Woman,' - unique - no doubt about it, not another creation like her since the beginning of time. Created to meet life's needs. Created to overcome life's challenges.
Ah, Woman! What can be said of that which has already been proclaimed, 'Good,' by God Almighty, Himself.
Since it was my thread that seemd to spur this thought in you , I figured I'd pop in and answer first. 🙂 For the record...if the same situation that prompted the initial thread had happened and her child was a daughter rather than a son, I would have ranted about the overgrown child needing to act like a woman istead of a little girl. Now, that that part is cleared up....
What does it take to be considered a woman?
Well, for the old fashioned types out there, you could say that being of legal marrying age with the ability to birth a child would suffice. Historically speaking, as soon as a girl hit that adolescent milestone of getting her periods, she was was a woman. Sorry for you fellas who hate the word menstruation.*lol* It wasn't unusual for many woman to find "adulthood" much earlier than their male counterparts simply because they were burdened with the responsibility of having a baby and tending to a house. *shrug*
Nowadays, I think it's pretty much the same grading scale as it is for men. Turning 18 has nothing to do with being an adult anymore than body hair does. "18" is just a random number that was plucked out of the sky and used as an average.
I think to be a real woman, one has to be independent, skilled in personal interactions, repsonsible for your words and actions, and being respectful to fact that once your old enough to have a job and support yourself, then you should stop mooching off of your parents and start your own life. Unfortunately, many girls never feel they can take care of themselves until they have a husband. I'd say that is societal training more than anything else.
I work with teen moms on a weekly basis. There are many of them who have far beaten the teen fathers to adulthood. These teen moms are caring for a child while the dads are still being boys. It's the same old story it always has been. It's frustrating to look at a 17 year old girl who has a kid, and try to explain to her that she still has a long way to go before she's a woman. She'll have to learn skills to raise her kid, and herself. She'll have to have that full time job a lot sooner. She'll probably not get a chance to go to college for a few more years. It's sad. I digress....sorry, but that's a personal thing with me.
Krokus..all in all. Becoming a woman is more than physical, just as for men. It's being a repsonsible person who cares about the world around them and is willing to work toward bettering it rather than sitting on their duff and bitching.
I thought I was a woman at 17 when I move out on my own and took care of myself. Actually, I was just a very independent kid. I became a real woman, the day I became a mother and nursed my baby for the first time. Take that for what you will.
Joby
Woman
The 'crown of creation' bestowed upon 'Woman' cannot be measured by gold or gems. Her value far outweighs the most precious of them. Her virtues cannot be purchased. Her beauty, unsurpassed even by the most delicate of roses, cannot be captured on canvas nor molded in marble. Though many a gifted artisan has tried.
Her moods ever-changing as the ocean's tide. 'Woman' is fleeting. Able to only be understood by the God who created her. Woman. Most beautiful. Most glorious. Most creative of God's imagination, has been given the privilege to bear life from life. Creating from within the confines of her own sphere. Strength of iron flowing in her veins allow her to conquer agony. Overcome the rending, ripping pain that grips her as she expels life from her loins. Only 'Woman' can then reach between her own legs. Past the gush of water and blood. Bring to her breast. Life, to suckle, to fill with sustenance to grow.
Many a 'woman' have taken up the banner of 'Freedom' as man has failed mankind. 'Woman,' carries the burden of comforting. Soothing the fallen comrades. 'Woman,' unceasingly strives for the answer to man's disease. Compelled to stand at the side of a loved one as they pass from this life, to the land of everlasting. She stands firm in her vigil, never wavering from her duty. 'Woman,' buries her beloved fathers, husbands, and sons. Bears the burden of going on. Alone. Facing uncertainties with conviction she will survive.
'Woman,' weeps over the tyranny of the beast. Cries for the destruction of the weapons of war. Begs for mercy from a Merciful God. Pray for man to be delivered from the stench of death, the cramps of famine and the fever of battle. 'Woman,' embodied with the heart of courage can hold in the confines of her hands power to deliver compassion.
'Woman,' wears kindness and charity as ribbons of honor.
'Woman,' is proof that God extends forgiveness to a world lost in confusion and darkness. A woman's lips can bestow healing peace. The smallest of woman's hands can hold the hope of tomorrow. For in her arms is the security for today.
'Woman's ' need for man is only surpassed by man's need of ' Woman.' Without her, his life is incomplete.
'Woman,' initiates balance between the world and home. She establishes a haven of protection from the hurts and slings of this world. 'Woman,' a dreamer inspired by the colors, scents and sounds around her. She brings Glory and Honor to the Lord she loves. 'Woman,' blessed, is smiled upon. Often sent into the dredges of the world. Carrying His message of Truth. To witness of His Sacrifice. To love the unlovable. To embrace the unwanted.
A Woman raises her hands to worship her God from whence it all comes. Without thought of how it appears. Lifts her voice in song with her sisters around the world. Bringing tears to all who hear. Beseeching the world to join them in peace. Join them in spirit.
Built within the deep substance of 'Woman' is a desire to overcome adversities. To always finish better than she began. To improve what sometimes appears to be desolate. A 'Woman' can bring order out of chaos. Build a home from a hovel. Take the driest, stringiest cut of meat and turn it into a stroganoff. Soup can appear as if by magic from an onion, a potato and a handful of peas.
A 'Woman' is able to take a scrap of material and make a window dressing. Or, take a window dressing and turn it into a 'scrap of a dress.' 'Woman' brings decoration to each environment she inhabits. A paper plate, a cup of macaroni, a bit of ribbon and she creates a wreath. Give her a penny and she can pinch it till it screams. Hand her a dollar and she can stretch it till it almost tears.
'Woman,' with a tender caress can make a pauper believe he is a 'king.' 'Woman' can be a Friend, a Lover, a Mate. She's a Daughter and a Sister. She's a Wife, Mother and Grandmother. All manner of persons in one lovely package. A scene most precious, 'Woman' with a little child on her knee, wiping his tears and kissing his brow. 'Woman,' - unique - no doubt about it, not another creation like her since the beginning of time. Created to meet life's needs. Created to overcome life's challenges.
Ah, Woman! What can be said of that which has already been proclaimed, 'Good,' by God Almighty, Himself.
Wow
Joby, I just want to let you know that I did not assume anything when I asked this question, and I was just curious. You answered it perfectly. Thanks. I would love to read some more opinions on this matter as well. (from the ladies, lol) 😉
Joby, I just want to let you know that I did not assume anything when I asked this question, and I was just curious. You answered it perfectly. Thanks. I would love to read some more opinions on this matter as well. (from the ladies, lol) 😉
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I loved your answer Joby!
Biologically speaking, for humans, a pair of X chromosomes should do it (majority of the time).
As far as passage into adulthood goes, be it man or woman, when you finally realize that the world does not revolve around you and take the time, energy, and effort to care for someone other than yourself. Not being a mother, I don't feel any less of a woman, but I do empathize with the ones who are - be it solo or as a team effort. I try to take care of my mother as her health fails her during her later years. And I'm responsible for my pets, my surrogate children so to speak. While I didn't give birth to them, I cherish them dearly. And I have witnessed the births and deaths of many species - each one unique and touching to those involved. So, for me, facing life and death is also part of the big equation. Again, putting into perspective that you are not the end all part of the big picture is very humbling indeed. Great question!
Biologically speaking, for humans, a pair of X chromosomes should do it (majority of the time).
As far as passage into adulthood goes, be it man or woman, when you finally realize that the world does not revolve around you and take the time, energy, and effort to care for someone other than yourself. Not being a mother, I don't feel any less of a woman, but I do empathize with the ones who are - be it solo or as a team effort. I try to take care of my mother as her health fails her during her later years. And I'm responsible for my pets, my surrogate children so to speak. While I didn't give birth to them, I cherish them dearly. And I have witnessed the births and deaths of many species - each one unique and touching to those involved. So, for me, facing life and death is also part of the big equation. Again, putting into perspective that you are not the end all part of the big picture is very humbling indeed. Great question!
