When I was in college, I wrote for the school’s magazine. I found a copy when I was at my grandmother’s digging through my old stuff last weekend, and this was part of one of the editorials I wrote:
“I want to be a lady. I don’t want to be known as a woman. And I don’t want to be a weak lady, clinging to a man or fainting at the least sign of trouble. I want to be Scarlett O’Hara sans the manipulativeness, Audrey Hepburn with more sass, Ginger Rogers without Fred Astaire’s name attached. I want to be Katherine Hepburn: beautiful and charming on the outside and as tough as Bogart at his toughest on the inside.
“I want to be beautiful, yet brilliant. Soft, yet strong. A wolf: sleek, graceful, and gorgeous but a fighter, a determined go-getter, a force to be reckoned with when someone threatens me or my loved ones.
“I want to be a lady. A tried, true, tested Southern lady. Fiercely independent with a streak of dependence. A person who loves a man because she wants to, not because she has to. A steel magnolia. A lady.”
Now… wasn’t that fun? 🙂