I’ve had the privilege to get to know a pretty substantial number of magnificent women during my life. I come from a strong line of women. My grandma Mia (her full name was Anna Maria, but she only used that name when she did something really good and enthusiastically exclaimed – Damnit your good Anna Maria!), was a darn tough and fine lady. During second world war, she claimed to have driven the ambulance, and she stood up for herself and got a divorce in the late 1960’s when very few dared to do so. She only had one child and she never remarried, because she never wanted to serve as a maid to another man. She always spoke her mind and joked about things that old women of her generation very seldom do (for example about her breasts, which she called Ulla and Karin). I loved her dearly.
On my mother’s side of the family, I have my grandpa’s sisters: almost two meters high, with hands the size of toilet seats and ears of the size of wingnuts. My mother doesn’t reach higher than 1.68 m, but her undercover feminism has been hammered into my head ever since I got a head to hammer on: household chores should be shared (everyone, including dad, had cleaning stations, dinner days, bake-the-bread weeks and laundry months), women should know how their bodies work inside out and feel comfortable about it, and everybody should have their say. When I, at the age of 13, was left without the question to dance at the local dance hall, mom told me that it was because I was so damn cool that they didn’t dare. I believed her and danced alone. When I felt like having a partner, I took charge of the asking bit myself.
Among my friends and family in Umeå, Stockholm, Göteborg, Östersund, Wyoming and Alaska, there are so many strong headed and wise women that I have lost count. I could write numerous blog posts about them.
But this post was supposed to be about the women in Tromsø. Because there is something about this small town in the north. It seems as if the place is practically littered by amazons.
Ever since I moved up here, I’ve kept running into women that blow my head away. Women who really go out of their way to reach their, fairly non-traditional, goals. Women who excel in competence and strength.
For the women that I’ve met here, kids, house and family may perhaps be on the menu, but it is not the main course. Looks and interior design isn’t even a side dish. I haven’t had a single comment about my own or anyone else appearance since I moved up. I haven’t heard a single girl saying “I’m no good”. All I’ve heard is constructive discussions of how to accomplish things. Well that, and a lot of nonsense and laughter of course.
Living here and getting to be around such women is a bliss! I get so super inspired and uplifted. Here, I feel no glass ceiling. Here, the sky is the limit, and with all the mountains around, we get high up in the air. I feel like everything is possible.
So what do you say, isn’t it about time you moved up to Troms?