What I can Be

I'm pleased with the news from New Hampshire. So pleased, in fact, that I can't help but break into song:

Hey hey bo diddly bop
I wish I was back on the block
With my guitar in my hand
I would be a rockin’ woman

A rockin' woman

Hey hey bo diddly bop
I wish I was back on the block
With my surfboard in my hand
I would be a surfer chick

A surfer chick,
A rockin' woman

Hey hey bo diddly bop
I wish I was back on the block
With my pitchfork in my hand
I would be a farmin’ woman

A farmin' woman,
A surfer chick,
A rockin' woman

Hey hey bo diddly bop
I wish I was back on the block
With my basketball in my hand
I would be a basketball star

A basketball star,
A farmin' woman,
A surfer chick,
A rockin' woman

Hey hey bo diddly bop
I wish I was back on the block
With my test tubes in my hand
I could be a scientist

A scientist,
A basketball star,
A farmin' woman,
A surfer chick,
A rockin' woman

Hey hey bo diddly bop
I wish I was back on the block
With my clipboard in my hand
I would be the president

The president,
A scientist
A basketball star,
A farmin' woman,
A surfer chick,
An alien,
A rockin' woman

Hey hey bo diddly bop
I’m glad I’m not back on the block
Girl Scouts is the place for me.
It's where I learn what I can be.

What I can be:
The president,
A scientist
A basketball star,
A farmin' woman,
A surfer chick,
A rockin' woman

We're rooting for you, Hillary!

Midday Feminist Work Rant

What is it about some men that gives them the power to make me doubt myself? I don't get it. In general, I'm a pretty confident person, who strongly believes in herself. Sometimes, though, I present an idea, expecting them to follow my lead, and walk away doubting myself . Just now, for example, I went to discuss an issue with a subconsultant, who should answer to me, as an architect. His response was that what I was saying couldn't possibly be true, and he argued with me for 10 minutes. Even though I had gotten the information from a trusted source, his response, his insistence that he was right, was enough to make me wonder if I was wrong. I recently got in a bit of trouble for arguing with this man, so I just walked away from the argument, but I knew I was right; I have back-up research to prove it. I hate, hate, HATE having to ask my boss or department head to solve this kind of issue for me! Why can't I just be confident enough to insist on my answer being correct?