Even though I may not be a nice girl

Dear future hubster,

after the Emma Watson speech I found myself reading more female empowerment-related publications than usual (it may as well be occupational hazard), and came to a somewhat surprising conclusion. 

I'm not sure I want to have that proverbial corner office, but I sure as hell want to have the choice. If I want to work at home to raise our beautiful and smart children, I don't want to be labelled as someone who's given up. And if I want to raise our beautiful and smart children while working outside our home, I don't want to be labelled as somebody who's not putting family first.  

Now this, in theory, is something everybody can (pretend to) accept with a light "of course". But you, dear future hubster, need to be prepared to have a future wife who's going to be sensitive, articulate and at occasions passionate about this. Because I also want all other women to have the same choice, and I want them to be able to choose knowing they won't be judged. 

çıkış

Dear future husbter,
all my open-minded pretend coolness vanishes at a blink of an eye when I have to travel with airlines that make their announcements first in a language I don't understand. Doesn't matter that their astronaut food is on the better end of the scale, that they are rather efficient and polite, not even that I get to sleep across the entire row, but what is this nonsense language they use? And why do they talk so much? And then why do they have to repeat everything in English AND French? And why don't they let me sleep? And why is it so cold? And now why is it so warm? And why do my headsets not work? And why does it take so long to cross this vaste continent? Why is the Sahara so big? When can I take a shower?

Not an addict

Dear future hubster,
we have been waiting for the electrician to fix the stove since last week. On Friday we also ran out of gas. Which means we haven't been able to make coffee for almost 3 days now. Can you imagine how I feel about life right now?