I'M JUST SAYING...
- Johanna Socha
- Jan 14
- 2 min read
“If every position of leadership and decision-making were occupied by a woman,
we’d have the problems of the world solved
in a week.”
I think I may have heard that somewhere.
Or maybe I just made it up.
Either way, I believe it to be true.
And these day? More so than ever.
Years ago I relayed this thought to a friend,
but added that “we’d probably need another week, just to tidy things up and throw in a load of laundry.”
My friend capped it off with, “Then we’d organize a potluck.”
So true ... so true.
I could spend the next few paragraphs giving some examples of why I believe this to be true.
But let’s face it ladies, we know it is.
I will, however, give a few examples of why this thought may have come back to me now, after so many years.
Years ago there was a lot of talk about how the landfill in my community was filling up - fast.
So the decision had been made a number of years ago to ban kitchen scraps.
I think it’s a great idea, was thrilled when it was unanimously approved by those in charge of approving, but did we really need to wait until it became headline news?
Maybe it’s because I still have fond memories of being a mom to a teenager, and when something needed to get done? There was little time or patience for negotiation.
“Here’s what you need to do kid.
You need to do it now.
If you don’t do it now, you’re in big trouble, mister.”
So did it really need to take years of negotiation to give me a canister and tell me that if I don’t put my kitchen scraps in there, I’ll be in big trouble.
Awhile back a certain community leader got himself into a bit of trouble when, during a session in the legislature meant for discussing important business affecting the community, he called his opposition leader a liar and a cheat, and questioned whether the engagement ring his opponent got for his wife was a stolen one.
Oh buddy. Why would you think the taxpayers would approve of those kinds of hijinks on their dime?
Do what any good woman would do — save it for the after-hours Stitch ’n’ Bitch, or over a Friday night martini.
Years ago, a number of U.S. Secret Service agents were caught soliciting the favours of prostitutes while on “special assignment” during the U.S. president’s trip overseas.
I guarantee you that if those secret service agents were all women?
There’d be none of that going on.
They’d be back in their hotel rooms after their shift was done, ironing a blouse for the next day, on a zoom call with their kids, making sure they got their homework done, and getting a good night’s sleep.
The guilty pleasure for the night would be ordering room service and catching up on Dancing with the Stars.
We still have such a ways to go, as the decision making tables just don't seem to have too many empty seats.
Imagine how quick we’d get things done, and still put together one hell of an amazing potluck.
