Growing up as a JW there certainly was not any genuine self-respect. Today though is a different story.
I'm glad I would not fit into any "society" that would demean not only woman, but children. The old addage of "children should be seen and not heard" is not a healthy attitude either. I would agree that too much of what seems acceptable in our culture is Bible based - and outdated for our times.
Perhaps it's not just about self-respect, but respect. Period. Having self-respect reflects in my speech and behavior towards others, too. Of course it's a puzzle to me how I see many woman allowing themselves to be treated as second rate in this day and age. And this from non-christian woman as well.
As for woman playing football and/or other sports designed for men...who cares. Why aren't we taking pride in the abilities we have other than this great show of physical strength? What are we competing with men for in the first place...too declare some sort of "I'm as good as you?"
Just tossing thoughts out at the moment...while I want a strong man in my life, I also reconize my own inner strength. And that is something only I could develope and nourish; a very foreign idea to JWs.
Having developed a sense of self-pride allowed me to look around at how our men can suffer greatly, too. Generally I've gotten along well with men because they needed female input as I needed male input. (no pun intended)and it wasn't about submission or, being less than...it was about how we can compliment the other. Where one is weaker perhaps the other is stronger. Being united in purpose can accomplish more than buying into an old woren out mantra about "submission."
Even for those stay-at-home women, the skills that are required to maintain a home, when put down on a resume' are pretty damn impressive. In closing out this long winded missive I'll go about my day of volunteer work remembering how we each contribute to the whole. I love men! I love woman, too. I love children, the elderly, my cats, my home, my grandchildren...ah shucks. I'm just in one of those "ain't it great to be alive" days.
I also love the fact that because I'm female the men will be driving the forklift, moving tons of donated items around, lifting and heaving the physically heavy stuff while this woman takes care of the phone, the crowd, the cleaning up after the men...and making sure they are taken care of. Not because I think "it's my job" but because it makes me feel good about me...and the men appreciate my efforts.
I love ya'll, too.
granny