Someone I considered a friend posted this on her Facebook page last week. Her daughter, college student, replied, “There are a lot of things I could say about this ludicrous statement. But since you are my mother, I’m just going to say it’s archaic and that it’s sad you can’t see the value of the change taking place right outside your front door, because it is pretty incredible to be a part of.”

Another friend, replied with this:

I was horrified.

Then, a man that seemed interested in me asked me, via text, about my day.

Apparently, Siri was writing for me. I’d actually blown my driveway twice and the neighbor’s once.

The troubling comment was “You need a man to do that for you.”

I don’t.

I do not need anyone to do anything for me.

Would it be nice to have someone help? Sure.

On two separate occasions, two different young women told me, “I need to marry someone rich.”

Both times I replied, “No. No you don’t. You need to make enough money to take care of yourself.”

Full disclosure requires me to note that I expect my date, my partner, to open my door. I expect my date, my partner to walk on the outside of the street.

Having a partner is nice. It’s good to have backup.

But, to my friend that believes women “were created to do everything a man can’t do,” well, sugarplum, my ability to take care of myself does not come at the price of my uniqueness.