I just read an article in the Atlantic Monthly Journal talking about “love pirates.” It goes back to the invention of the Remington typewriter in the 1860s. However, it would be the advertisers using Grace Kelly’s photo sitting at one in 1950 to start the war on stenographers aka love pirates.
According to the article, the invention of the typewriters was perfect for women’s smaller, more nimble fingers. Also, because women were willing to work for less salary than men, they were soon flooding the workforce. By the 1960s, 80 percent of all stenographers and clerical staff were women. Thus, it is no surprise that wives were soon warned about these women, how they spent more time with their husbands, making it easy to steal their men. Shortly thereafter, began the love pirate lawsuits where wives blamed stenographers for their husbands’ infidelities.
I started in the workforce in the late 1970s. There were some women there who were looking to earn their MRS as well as their salary, but most of us were just trying to earn a wage, start a career, and support ourselves and our families. From then to now, I see many women working so hard each week that it is hard to see their joy. Some still have it, but others are being crushed under their own and others’ expectations.
This is why from 3 to 5 each Friday afternoon, I claim some spoil me time. I rotate my spoil me – one week is a mani/pedi, one week is a massage, one week is hydrotherapy, and one week is facial. What I do after this time can change – home, out with friends, errands, or other appointments. But for two hours each Friday afternoon I am treated liked a princess.
I celebrate the fact that I have a job that allows me to spend some cash on just me. It is extravagant? Maybe. But it allows me to remember to stop and take care of myself and bring back the joy that the week’s challenges may have crushed.
Are you doing anything regularly to care for yourself? To spoil yourself? To celebrate another week done? Want to share?