When I was a little girl, I thought it was going to be awesome to be a woman. My favorite TV shows were the Bionic Woman, Wonder Woman and reruns of Isis (the goddess, not the terrorist group.) I grew up in the 70's during the "sexual revolution" and even though I was aware that women were often portrayed in the media as being "less than", there was a movement going on. It was called the Equal Rights Movement and at seven, I was rocking an ERA NOW! shirt and received the antithesis of a verbal high-five by a grown man who said "Fuck the ERA."
Regardless of that and the fact that one of Saturday Night Live's more popular skits had the loudly-applauded line "Jane, you ignorant slut," I was optimistic. According to one commercial, being a woman meant I could 'bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never ever let you forget you're a man.' This seemed like a pretty good thing. I mean, who doesn't like bacon? The women I saw in the billboards and ads were sexy and powerful. Farrah Fawcett was plastered everywhere in her iconic red bathing suit and at eight, I was flipping my hair in the bathroom and practicing my smile. I knew I had brains, but someday I'd get boobs too.