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What Women Want by Nelly Thomas (excerpt)
12 / 07 / 2012
Nelly Thomas’ memoir/manifesto What Women Want was published by Random House in April. With her permission, we include this excerpt from the book, which we encourage you to buy! For details, visit Nelly’s website or follow her on Twitter: @msnellythomas
One thing I am certain of is that what women want has changed. It has to have. We grew up in a different world to that of our mothers and grandmothers, and the options open to us would be almost unrecognisable to them. I hate to get Dr Phil on you so early, but there’s some dreams you can’t dream for yourself if you can’t even imagine the circumstances under which they’d happen. Put it this way, Anne of Green Gables was a feisty wench, but I doubt she could have aspired to being a feminist social commentator blogger twitter specialist. Although, god knows, I’d follow her if she were.
The generational changes we face are both small and large. The most obvious are technological. When our mums were young women, there were no iPhones, Twitter, Facebook, email or camera phones. There was no internet. Households didn’t have computers and only some had landlines (if you’re under twenty, ask your mum what a landline is). For our nannas, there were no microwaves, fridges, toasters, vacuum cleaners or washing machines. Imagine that: there were NO WASHING MACHINES. A lot of nonsense flies around about how everything was great in the Good Old Days and I have a two-word response to that: washing machines. If you’ve never experienced the agony of handwashing sheets, count yourself lucky and go hug your front-loader immediately.
Depending on their age, most of your mums would also have grown up without a television. Even when I was little in the 1970s we had just one television – it was black-and-white, in the lounge-room and it only played F-Troop and The Sullivans. For recreation, people had sex, played cards and smoked inside.
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edit resume online And last but not least, few of our mothers expected to change the world. In fact the very thought wouldn’t have occurred to most of them. Sure, there have always been women who’ve agitated for change, but generally speaking, women couldn’t even get a bank loan without their husband, how were they supposed to Shake Shit Up en masse? The dreams and aspirations of my mother and grandmothers were shaped by their time and context. My maternal grandmother, my nan, had twelve children (ten survived), and then her husband died leaving her to raise them on her own. Even if she’d wanted a career, I doubt she could have found the time to squeeze in an MBA. Until the widespread availability of the contraceptive pill in the 1960s, women were almost certainly destined to be mothers – willingly or not – and young ones at that. There were social conventions that restricted other choices too, but even if you were prepared to buck the trend, your biology would determine your choices one way or another. Theoretically, you could choose not to have sex – but women were hornbags, even in the Olden Days.
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- Nelly Thomas is one of Australia’s most gifted comedians. She’s also a sex educator (developing high school program the ‘No Means No Show’, and DVD ‘The Talk’), mother, partner, and part of the self-declared ‘Loony Lefty Feminista’. The Age newspaper listed Nelly as one of Australia’s “most innovative thinkers”.
- Check out Nelly’s responses to our questions in our ‘Bonza Sheila’ section.