For me, women have always had this image as a larger-then-life hero. In my family, they were the engines that made us go, the mavericks who were feared and respected. They were the ones who taught you to work hard, dress well and always be a gentleman.
And no, I don't come from the stereotypical fatherless home. There was a father, a grandfather and a great-grandfather - who all worked, by the way. But in their households, all of the women worked as well. That's why the phenomena known as the "working woman" is puzzling to me.
As far as I know, black women have always worked.
So, as I watch people - men and women - complain about finding the so-called "work, life, balance" thing, I can't help but think back to parents who made it through layoffs, graduate school, night shifts in the factory, job losses, raised children and still dealt with the customary rigors that go with life - without complaining.