That would be the reaction of a patient woman.
I'm not that patient.
To me, if you protest something in 2003 and they don't do anything about it until 2012, you did not win.
Or to be precise, you did, but we could all be dead by then.
And if you had to wait 80 years to play golf, you might find a new sport.
By the way, Condoleezza Rice was one of the women admitted to Augusta. She became secretary of state in 2005. So it was easier to join the president's cabinet than a golf club.
This must be some club.
I'd like to club them.
More proof this is the Year of the Woman is that the National Football League just hired its first female referee. She had been officiating for 17 years, but fortunately, it's the Year of the Woman, so she got the job. She said, "Every step is hope that I can continue to show it really doesn't matter male or female, as long as you work hard."
Which shows that she is patient.
I would say that it really does matter male or female. Because if you're male, you could have been a referee in the NFL since 1920, which is when the NFL started. But if you're female, you had to wait 92 years, for the Year of the Woman.
Rather, the Year of the Extremely Patient Woman.
They say the best proof that this is the Year of the Woman is the recent Olympics, where women won more gold medals than men. One newspaper headline read that "Title IX Made Women Gold Medalists Possible at 2012 Olympics." Interesting, because Title IX, which barred gender discrimination in education and sports, was enacted in 1972. The newspaper said that "it does not take Einstein to prove that Title IX has had a positive effect on women's athletics."
But Einstein might also point out that Title IX was enacted 40 years ago. And the Olympics were last week.
In fact, Einstein said time is relative, and he was right. Because, relatively speaking, 40 years between the passing of a law and this result is way too long.
Bottom line, I'm coming to the conclusion that women are too patient, especially when it comes to themselves and their own needs and wishes.
We think justice delayed is justice denied, but only for others.
For example, our children. If our kid needs posterboard for a school project that's due on Monday, guaranteed we're driving to Staples before it closes on Sunday night. And if they shut that door in our face, we'll get all Terms of Endearment on their heinie.
At times like that, we're not endearing.
But when it comes to us, we're enduring.
And I can't be the only woman who isn't ready to be beatified.
Who believes that sometimes, impatience is a virtue.
Who wants what I want when I want it.
It took me forever to learn the lesson that you can't wait forever.
I'm finally learning to ask as much for myself, and as quickly, as I do for Daughter Francesca or Mother Mary.
And to expect it.
So excuse me if I don't jump up and down because somebody is finally giving me what I deserved decades ago.
Time to change the model.
Because if nothing changes, nothing changes.
Let's make this the Year of the Impatient Woman.
Look for Lisa Scottoline and Francesca Serritella's humorous essay collection, "Best Friends, Occasional Enemies: The Lighter Side of Life as a Mother and Daughter," in paperback Sept. 18. Also look for Lisa's novel "Come Home." Visit Lisa at scottoline.com.