[Woman and her behaviour.]
Should women smoke?
The question, in four-inch letters, exhibited on a placard outside a small newsvendor's shop, caught recently my eye.The wanderer through London streets is familiar with such-like appeals to his decision: "Should short men marry tall wives?" "Ought we to cut our hair?" "Should second cousins kiss?" Life's problems appear to be endless.
Personally, I am not worrying myself whether women should smoke or not.It seems to me a question for the individual woman to decide for herself.I like women who smoke; I can see no objection to their smoking.Smoking soothes the nerves.Women's nerves occasionally want soothing.The tiresome idiot who argues that smoking is unwomanly denounces the drinking of tea as unmanly.He is a wooden-headed person who derives all his ideas from cheap fiction.The manly man of cheap fiction smokes a pipe and drinks whisky.That is how we know he is a man.The womanly woman--well, I always feel Icould make a better woman myself out of an old clothes shop and a hair-dresser's block.
But, as I have said, the question does not impress me as one demanding my particular attention.I also like the woman who does not smoke.I have met in my time some very charming women who do not smoke.It may be a sign of degeneracy, but I am prepared to abdicate my position of woman's god, leaving her free to lead her own life.
[Woman's God.]
Candidly, the responsibility of feeling myself answerable for all a woman does or does not do would weigh upon me.There are men who are willing to take this burden upon themselves, and a large number of women are still anxious that they should continue to bear it.Ispoke quite seriously to a young lady not long ago on the subject of tight lacing; undoubtedly she was injuring her health.She admitted it herself.
"I know all you can say," she wailed; "I daresay a lot of it is true.
Those awful pictures where one sees--well, all the things one does not want to think about.If they are correct, it must be bad, squeezing it all up together.""Then why continue to do so?" I argued.
"Oh, it's easy enough to talk," she explained; "a few old fogies like you"--I had been speaking very plainly to her, and she was cross with me--"may pretend you don't like small waists, but the average man does."Poor girl! She was quite prepared to injure herself for life, to damage her children's future, to be uncomfortable for fifteen hours a day, all to oblige the average man.
It is a compliment to our sex.What man would suffer injury and torture to please the average woman? This frenzied desire of woman to conform to our ideals is touching.A few daring spirits of late years have exhibited a tendency to seek for other gods--for ideals of their own.We call them the unsexed women.The womanly women lift up their hands in horror of such blasphemy.
When I was a boy no womanly woman rode a bicycle--tricycles were permitted.On three wheels you could still be womanly, but on two you were "a creature"! The womanly woman, seeing her approach, would draw down the parlour blind with a jerk, lest the children looking out might catch a glimpse of her, and their young souls be smirched for all eternity.
No womanly woman rode inside a hansom or outside a 'bus.I remember the day my own dear mother climbed outside a 'bus for the first time in her life.She was excited, and cried a little; but nobody--heaven be praised!--saw us--that is, nobody of importance.And afterwards she confessed the air was pleasant.
"Be not the first by whom the new is tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside," is a safe rule for those who would always retain the good opinion of that all-powerful, but somewhat unintelligent, incubus, "the average person," but the pioneer, the guide, is necessary.That is, if the world is to move forward.
The freedom-loving girl of to-day, who can enjoy a walk by herself without losing her reputation, who can ride down the street on her "bike" without being hooted at, who can play a mixed double at tennis without being compelled by public opinion to marry her partner, who can, in short, lead a human creature's life, and not that of a lap-dog led about at the end of a string, might pause to think what she owes to the "unsexed creatures" who fought her battle for her fifty years ago.
[Those unsexed Creatures]
Can the working woman of to-day, who may earn her own living, if she will, without loss of the elementary rights of womanhood, think of the bachelor girl of a short generation ago without admiration of her pluck? There were ladies in those day too "unwomanly" to remain helpless burdens on overworked fathers and mothers, too "unsexed" to marry the first man that came along for the sake of their bread and butter.They fought their way into journalism, into the office, into the shop.The reformer is not always the pleasantest man to invite to a tea-party.Maybe these women who went forward with the flag were not the most charming of their sex.The "Dora Copperfield" type will for some time remain the young man's ideal, the model the young girl puts before herself.Myself, I think Dora Copperfield charming, but a world of Dora Copperfields!
The working woman is a new development in sociology.She has many lessons to learn, but one has hopes of her.It is said that she is unfitting herself to be a wife and mother.If the ideal helpmeet for a man be an animated Dresden china shepherdess--something that looks pretty on the table, something to be shown round to one's friends, something that can be locked up safely in a cupboard, that asks no questions, and, therefore, need be told no lies--then a woman who has learnt something of the world, who has formed ideas of her own, will not be the ideal wife.
[References given--and required.]
Maybe the average man will not be her ideal husband.Each Michaelmas at a little town in the Thames Valley with which I am acquainted there is held a hiring fair.A farmer one year laid his hand on a lively-looking lad, and asked him if he wanted a job.It was what the boy was looking for.
