day no. 16,408: pantsuit

"Modern women defend their office with all the fierceness of domesticity. They fight for desk and typewriter as for hearth and home, and develop a sort of wolfish wifehood on behalf of the invisible head of the firm. That is why they do office work so well; and that is why they ought not to do it." — G.K. Chesterton, What's Wrong With The World

Women were made to keep their home come hell or high water. They contend for their kingdom with God-given tenacity. So, when droves of women abandon their homes for the workplace, their office becomes their kingdom. It is the place where they get things done. As a result, it becomes the place to which they apply their allegiances. They contend for the corporate culture with all the gusto of one contending for the atmosphere of her home. They bake cookies, bring treats, stay late, wake early, do their hair, and dress their best all for the sake of the company. Women are in no danger of doing their desk jobs too poorly, they are in danger of doing them too well. There is no temptation to resent the work, but one to revel in it. Many women should avoid the marketplace not because they aren't cut out for it, but because they so easily will cut themselves on it by getting caught up in it.

There is no small number of ladies who entered the workforce to bide their time until they would settle down as wives and mothers who end up CEOs of companies with two dogs where four kids were planned to be and one divorce where one marriage was supposed to be.

Feminism is misplaced ambition in a pantsuit.