I don't have a girly job.
I don't get my hair done, because most of the time it's stuffed under a baseball cap. My hands are cracked and red from spending hours at the dish tank. My arms are covered with bruises from loading them with heavy bags and my fingers are covered in cuts from sharp things in the sink. I don't wear jewelry or makeup, and I don't act cutesy, because my job involves knocking on strange people's doors after dark and exchanging money. My eyes are tired, my feet stink, and I grunt like an old man when I stand up because I spend 10-12 hours a day driving, standing, walking, running, cooking, cleaning, sweeping, mopping, and climbing stairs. If you get to get dolled up in the morning and perform light typing duties while nibbling salad and sipping Starbucks, more power to you, because we're all in this together.
But I deliver pizza.
Like if you know or are a woman who works her ass off.