Awhile back, I read an article about women and judgment. I think it was somewhere in the Huffington Post, but I was probably sleep-deprived and can't really remember. The gist of the article was that women are horrible to each other, and if only we supported each other in our decisions then the world would be a better place. The comments that followed were resounding yeses. Stop judging!
I don't know why it got to me, but it did. I felt like the writer had confused the words 'opinion' and 'judgment'. In a world where everything is out there-- blogged, tweeted, Instagrammed-- we are bound to be met with people forming opinions about who we are.
Isn't that okay?
Case in point: Childhood vaccines. I have a very strong opinion about these. Not in a but-you-do-what's-right-for-your-family kind of way. In a for-the-love-of-God-do-your-research kind of way. If I come across a blog by a woman who disagrees with me on this subject, I don't read on. I am judging her. And guess what? I'm not sorry about it.
A woman in her thirties should be able to take it. Someone telling her how they feel, even if it differs from what she thinks. You don't have to agree. Duke it out, have a healthy fight about it. But don't cry 'Judgment! Judgment!' and use that as an excuse to avoid conflict.
So I wrote this, which was published today on Project Underblog. I'm hoping that not everyone will agree with it. I'm guessing that people out there reading it will pass judgment on me. And I really, really am okay with that.
My only hope is that someday this girl, who will someday be a woman in her thirties herself, will thank me for it.