It’s the last day of the factory week here at Bon Bons and Martinis. And today, I want to talk about pride.
You heard me. I’m damn proud that I worked at Whirlpool, and I’m have so much revere for those who have made factory work their careers. It takes a lot to be a factory worker–strength, determination, willingness to be in the actual setting of the factory. Everyone who works at a factory deals with a hazardous environment, hard work, and so much more.
Now, you all know I’m by no means a feminist. I need that to be clear right off the bat. I will say, though, that being a woman in a factory is much different than being a man. Manual labor has always been considered “man’s work” and it’s easy to see why. But you know what? What all the men were at war in the 1940’s (and thank God they went, because I’m not so sure I’d be good in combat), the women stepped up to the plate and did work–factory work.
Rosie the Riveter is monumental. From her beauty to her brawn to her brains. And we were lucky to have thousands upon thousands of Rosies step up to the plate and keep our country going.
I’m lucky to have experienced factory work firsthand. I know what it is to work hard and to ache. And I know what it takes for the people who were around me to work that hard for the majority of their lives. No one can say that I had it easy my entire career.
I’ve always felt tough. I still feel tough, but there’s something about twisting steel and wire in your hands that makes you realize that you can handle whatever life throws at you.