My station wagon died and my husband bought me a minivan. I should like it. I should be thankful. I should be grateful. I should know that he bought it with our family in mind and I should remember that he has my best interests at heart. I know what I should do but the flesh is weak. It is hard. It is hard to accept the gifts your husband gives you when it’s not exactly what you want. It’s hard to accept the fact that this new minivan has those self shutting doors. (I just like slamming car doors-such a satisfying feeling) I dislike a lot of things about this minivan but I am trying very hard to overcome that and accept it with love. I feel I have failed at accepting it graciously, but I’m trying. It’s easy when it’s what you’ve always wanted it’s hard when it’s not. I now see how little I am, how weak and how proud.
“Modesty acknowledged [a woman’s] special vulnerability, and protected it. It made women equal to men as women. Encouraged to act immodestly, a woman exposes her vulnerability and she then becomes, in fact, the weaker sex. A woman can argue that she is exactly the same as a man, she may deny having any special vulnerability, and act accordingly, but I cannot help noticing that she usually ends up exhibiting her feminine nature anyway, only this time in victimhood, not in strength.” Wendy Shalit.
A good read.