What Women Want (or the story of my first Mylot-inspired trance)

My friend, reezluv posted a discussion on Mylot, and in response, the words emerging from my typing fingers brought back memories of the rabid feminist stronghold that used to be yours truly.

How odd. It seemed almost as if I were weaving back and forth in an ouija board-inspired trance. Have I sublimated all those sentiments which just that very moment, chose to prance staccato-like off the keyboard? Doubly odd, since this is the happiest I have ever been, in what I fondly call my post-feminist era.

reezluv asked: "What do women really want?" And this is what I answered:

As a woman I want to be:

1) Respected for my mind and not for my body and its capacity to do housework.

2) Taken seriously for my work and my ability to lead, and not because I'm a pretty face.

3) Loved and cherished as a wife, partner and co-decision maker, and not because I keep a reasonably clean and organized household.

4) Desired as a passionate lover, and not because I am a hole to fill, whenever, wherever.

5) Adored as a mother who does the best for her children despite stress and exhaustion, lack of sleep and lack of money.

6) Looked up to as a good example of compassion and kindness, honesty and fairplay, proper grammar and good table manners.

7) Accepted if not loved, as a daughter, sister, friend and neighbor, despite my quirks, temper and inherent weirdness.

8) Above all, I want to continue to do my best to be a child of God's heart.

I think I must've come back into myself at the last four numbers.

Triple odd.