Alright, alright, lemme tell ya ’bout this “woman” thing I heard. Folks keep jabberin’ about women in stories, who they are, what they do. Seems like a big to-do, so I figured I’d put in my two cents, ya know?
So, who is this woman in the story, anyways? Well, it ain’t just one woman, that’s for sure. It’s like a whole bunch of ’em, all mixed up like a mess of beans in a pot. Some are good, some are bad, some are just plain confused, like me tryin’ to figure out this newfangled phone.
One thing I hear a lot is this “feminist” stuff. Now, I ain’t no fancy scholar, but from what I gather, it’s about lookin’ at these stories and seein’ how the women are treated. Are they strong? Are they weak? Do they get the short end of the stick all the time? Seems like a fair question to me.
I remember readin’ this one story, can’t recall the name now, old age, ya know? But it was about this rich woman, had everything she ever wanted, a good husband and all. But then this other fella shows up, and she starts gettin’ all flustered. Temptation, they called it. Made me think, ain’t life just a big ol’ mess of temptations? We all gotta figure out what’s right and what ain’t, woman or not.
- Sometimes these women are the main deal, like that gal in the library. Heard she was from far away, Australia or somethin’. Smart gal, wanted to be a writer. Reminds me of my granddaughter, always scribblin’ in her notebook.
- Then you got these other stories, where the woman is all messed up in the head. Like that one, the one in the window. Poor thing, seein’ things that ain’t there. Makes ya wonder what kinda troubles folks carry around inside ’em.
- And then there’s those stories where they got a whole bunch of folks tellin’ the tale. Like that fella, Collins, he had eight people yappin’ away. Keeps ya on your toes, tryin’ to figure out who’s tellin’ the truth and who’s lyin’ like a rug.
This “identity” thing they talk about, it’s a head-scratcher. They say there’s a difference between the woman in the story and the real women out there in the world. Well, I reckon that’s true enough. Stories are just stories, after all. But they still tell ya somethin’ about how folks see women, don’t they?
I heard about another story, some fella named Marquez wrote it. Said it was a masterpiece. About a woman who shows up at six o’clock. Don’t know what she does, but I bet it’s somethin’ important. See, that’s the thing about women in stories. They always got somethin’ up their sleeves, even if it’s just a darn good recipe for apple pie.
So, if you ask me, who is the woman in the story? She’s everybody and nobody. She’s the strong one, the weak one, the good one, the bad one. She’s the one who makes ya laugh, the one who makes ya cry, the one who makes ya think. She’s just like us, tryin’ to make sense of this crazy world.
And you know what? That’s why we keep readin’ these stories. ‘Cause we wanna see ourselves in ’em, even if we ain’t no fancy ladies from Australia or troubled souls starin’ out windows. We just wanna know that we ain’t alone, that other folks have felt the same things we felt. And that, I reckon, is the real power of a good story.
Anyways, that’s all I got to say about that. Just a bunch of thoughts from an old woman who’s seen a thing or two. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on my chickens. Them critters are always gettin’ into mischief, just like the women in them stories!
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