the boundary of women's lib.

I don't like snow anymore. At least I don't like the snow we have right now. It's hard and icy and you can't do anything with it, except get stuck. I've gotten stuck twice now. The most frustrating part about it is that I had to have a guy (Chris, but the point isn't who it was) help me get out. I want to be a completely independent woman; I want to be able to do anything without the help of a man, and to do anything a man can do. But I can't. I can't push a car out of a rut the way a guy can--sometimes I'm just not strong enough. I can't go wherever I want to at night because a robber isn't going to think twice about robbing a 5' 3'' girl who barely weight 125, when they might keep walking if they saw a 6', 200 lb man. I told Chris once that I would take a bat to protect myself at the batting cages when I wanted to go at night. He told me to grab a bat and pretend I was going to hit him. He ripped the bat out of my hands. Point taken. The unfortunate reality is that, while woman do not need men, there are things that men do better, and concessions that we will always have to make simply because we are smaller and often not as physically strong. I'm not in any way trying to play the "poor little girl" card--quite the opposite. I wish there was something I could do about it. But, short of taking steroids, I don't think there's a lot a can do.