man, i feel like a woman
It was more of a “I feel like a lady” moment, but the line from Shania Twain’s song of the same name flew through my head as I walked down the street this morning.
I had gone over to Starbucks on my morning break and was headed back to work with my Cinnamon Dolce Soy Latte in hand. As I strolled to the crosswalk, an older gentleman in a cowboy hat came around the corner. We caught each other’s eye and smiled our greetings as we passed. But the gentleman not only smiled, he also tipped his hat to me. I was pleasantly surprised by the sign of respect.
You see, I love being a woman – absolutely love it! Unlike the song mentioned above, I enjoy true femininity: grace, beauty and strength with a touch of class. I looked up the lyrics online (It’s been a while since I heard it and I never really listened to the words). I was disgusted to find that Twain does not sing about being feminine, graceful or lady-like. She sings about the complete opposite, which makes it difficult for me to understand the “I feel like a woman” part since none of the lyrics support the title. I digress. Where was I? Oh yes, true femininity.
Being a woman is not so much a part of my identity – it is my identity. Naturally, I appreciate when others acknowledge my femininity, like the man in the cowboy hat. The acknowledgements come in simple but profound gestures: tipping a hat, opening a door, allowing me on or off an elevator first, etc. They are kind and honoring actions that many “modern women” scoff at, but I gratefully welcome.
I was delighted by the gentleman in the cowboy hat this morning. Not only did “I feel like a woman”, it was refreshing to be recognized as a lady.