Myfirstday, somebodywalkedinandthisguylookedatme, hewaslike "Oh, I'm sorry. I needthebartender."
And I was, like, yeahthat's me.
Andhewent, "No, no, no, I needtherealbartender."
Youknow, thatfeltlike a verysortofclearexampleofanexperience I'vehadmyentirelife.
Whichhasbeen a senseoffeelingthatmyintelligenceissomethingthatmustbeproved.
Ormycapabilityinwhateverway.
Youdon't wanttobeviewedasthecomplainer, andsoyouaccept, andmaybeeitherarecomplicitwithsweeping a lotofthingsundertherugbecauseyoujustwanttodoyourwork.
I startedtorealize: Youknowwhat? I have a voice, andyes I canbeopinionated, andyes I'm sensitive, and I'm allofthesethings, but I needtostartspeakingup.
Findingmystrength, isfindingmywomanhood.
Youknow, youhearaboutthefemininedivine, but I thinkit's real.
Allofthesewomenwhoarewalkingaroundwhoarejusttotalrockstarsthathavegonethroughthiscrazyexperienceofgrowing a person, andthengoingthroughthisunbelievablyexcruciatingprocessoflabor, andjustsurviveit.
Motherhood, it's reallygreat, andit's reallyhard.
I havetolookatmyself, andthinkaboutthebehaviorthat I'm modeling, andhowempoweredisit, really?
I thinkaboutthelittlegirlstodaywhogettoseemovieslikeGhostbusterswiththewomen, andjustthattheyhavethesemodelsnowofwhatit's liketojustbe a womandoinglife.
And I'm gonnabe a bosswoman, andthen I'm gonnagohome, andputonmypjs, andbehistenderlittlekittenonthecouch.