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I'm 29, in the middle of a 2 year Nursing Program, married to a 32 year old man who is getting ready to start a 2 year nursing program, have no kids, still rent, live at poverty level (altho we have a great savings and want for nothing). But I feel like I constantly have to 'explain' away the nonconformity of our lives to people all the time.
I find that the first hurdle I face is educating people on what a nurse is. We're not Dr's handmaidens. We're not dr's assistants. Dr's aren't our bosses. We're a completely different monkey from physicians, and carry out a completely different role. I could have very well gone to Medical School had I wanted to spend the inordanate money and time in order to do so. While the money an MD makes is heads above what I'll make as an RN, I'm not into nursing because of the money. I wouldn't want to go to school for 14 years PAST high school just so I can see patients 5 minutes a day. I like the interaction. Yes, I wipe butts, but I also do alot more meaningful and important things as well. And yes, wiping butt is a very important thing. It's a personal thing, and I treat it with the utmost respect and candor that I can. It allows me to check for pressure sores. It allows me to check for skin breakdown. It allows me to assess the patient's GI tract. It's not just wiping ass--it's a part of caring for the patient.
The second hurdle I have to face is explaining to people WHY we don't have kids. We're not childLESS..we're childfree. If we wanted to be parents, we would be parents. Our lives are lacking in nothing by not having children, and I feel like everyone who finds out that I'm (Gasp) 29 and (gasp!) married and (gasp!!!) don't have kids automatically thinks that my uterus is broken. "When are you going to have kids?" I don't know. "Do you think you'll have them in the future?" I don't know. "Doesn't your mom want grandkids?" (I'm an only child). If she wants a kid, she can very well go out and adopt one herself. It's a constant battle to educate people that I do not need offspring to make myself a 'complete' person. I'm responsible. I'm normal. There's nothing abnormal about not just not HAVING kids, but not WANTING to have kids. But that idea just doesn't make its way through the thick skull of the (far too many) women who believe you're not a "True" human unless you've squirted out a few writhing babies by the time you're 21.
Then I face the hurdle of not meeting society's standards (in any way) of what a woman should look like, should do, should think, etc. I own dresses, and it's been YEARS since I've worn them. I don't wear makeup. I don't do my hair (other than putting it in a ponytail). I don't spend inordinate amoutns of money on potions and lotions and doo-dads and gee-gaws to use as ornaments of the body. Just recently in school a woman I go to school with (she just turned 21) was adamant about asking me EVERY SINGLE DAY why I don't wear makeup. Telling her repeatedly that I didn't like it and didn't find it necessary didn't abate her. She was more than willing to point out a blackhead here, a pimple there, and how I really should 'Take better care of myself'---I finally broke down and LIED and told her I was really allergic to chemicals and that's why I don't wear makeup. Then she started in on "Why don't you put lotion on your legs? They're SO DRY...look..." and she drew her finger down my leg to make an "Ash line". As if I cared. They could dust away for all I care, but it was a REAL BIG issue to her.
--- There is the need to be perfect and I think it's because of not just marketing (as in a commercial), but in TV shows as well.
Look at the new 'trend' in Reality TV---and this is the reason I can't stand to watch TLC except for when Trauma:Life in the ER is on---every show is a makeover show. Either makeover your house, your face, your life, your job. It stresses the message that NO MATTER what you look like, you'll never look as "good" as you could. No matter how nicely you decorate your home, it's not as "Good" as it would be if you'd just spend a few tens of thousands of dollars and gut the whole crackerbox and HIRE AN INTERIOR DECORATOR.
MTV is filled with them as well: I Want A Famous Face, where people undergo surgery to look like their favourite celebrities. I've watched this and asked my husband if it was weird watching people with obvious mental illnesses for entertainment purposes.
MTV Cribs: No matter how much money you have, you'll never have as much as THEM! Even if you DO, you'll NEVER be as rich as Shaq, or as cool as Shaq. Or as nifty neat-o as Shaq.
Our teeth are never white enough (Crest! white strips!), we're never skinny enough (TrimSpa Baby, yeah!). We're never rich enough (MTV Cribs, Celebrity shows, E! Television, etc). We're never pretty enough (I want a famous face! Got extra facial hair, use the EpiShave!) We never dress nice enough (All those makeover shows). Our housese are never nice enough (ditto makeover shows).
We're constantly being told that NO MATTER WHAT WE DO, we're just not GETTING IT. These TV shows (which are really nothing more than 30-60 minute clever commercials) are telling us that ONLY with their help can we even come CLOSE to being perfection. Being normal. Being pretty. Being acceptable.
The thing about those makeover shows---they're just so FUCKING MEAN to the people they're making over. This is supposed to be about being your best and looking your best---hard to do when hidden cameras show women in their garden in !gasp! TUBE TOPS AND SHORT SHORTS and oh god I can't believe she wore THAT out of the house ha ha ha look at her thighs ha ha ha ha HONEY, Have you ever SEEN a mirror?
They're just so cruel and engage friends and family of the makeover-ee to be cruel and mean as well. Pointing at fat rolls, ugly shirts, pants that are too tight. It's digusting, and when I see these shows (which is just in passing), I feel like I'm back in high school, with the pretty taught cheerleaders pointing and laughing at the poor girl who can't help but wear hand-me-down bellbottoms (in 1989 of all years) because that's all her family can afford.
Sickening.
Sorry for the long-winded :)
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