Golden Jirl

If Only…

People who want to meet at precise times, like the scandalous quarter-to-four, half-five and seven p.m. get on my nerves. It’s so rigid, isn’t it? I’m a girl and I work in the city and rigid is the last thing I need. It might be good on some occasions, but it’s also a pain. I mean, why can’t we all meet up at seven-minutes-past-eight and nine-minutes-to-three?

If women were in charge of the world then I doubt we’d even need to plan to meet up at a specific time. How would things be different if women ruled the world? Well, technology would be better for one thing, and we’d have amazing inventions, like the oversized beach towel that could be folded and put in a tiny hand-bag. How else? Like this: the women of the world would, when left alone, get on with making things and talking about things properly like adults (unlike some men). Because of this technology would progress quicker and I am quite confident that by now (with men out of the way, I don’t know, they could do the weeding couldn’t they?) mind-reading would have become a normal everyday thing. All the women would have plugged in to one super brain, you see (without the men interfering, and what a thought!) and the world would run like clock-work. There you have it: no need to plan to meet up or plan anything. No need to discuss what clothes look the best either, we’d all just be able to plug in to the super woman brain and find out like that.

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