We rented The Iron Lady last night.
I know, half a year late.
Regardless, I was struck over the head by this line, delivered so intensely over a marriage proposal to then Margaret Roberts — about to become Margaret Thatcher — played by the one and only Meryl Streep: “One’s life must matter.”
Here’s the full context:
“I will never be one of those women, who stay silent and pretty on the arm of her husband. Or remote and alone in the kitchen doing the washing up for that matter. One’s life must matter, Denis, beyond all the cooking and the cleaning and the children. One’s life must mean more than that. I cannot die washing up a teacup.”
As a tear rolled down my cheek I wondered what her life was like, for her family, husband, children, friends. Did she have friends?
I found this quote from her book, Downing Street Years: “Being Prime Minister is a lonely job. In a sense, it ought to be: you cannot lead from the crowd. But with Denis there I was never alone. What a man. What a husband. What a friend.”
It made me think about so MANY things.
Politics aside, her life reads so fearless, so out there, on the edge.
I was but a babe when Margaret Thatcher took her top post. I barely remember her leadership, except for that name emblazoned on my mind as a woman who was as an example that, I, a girl, someday a woman, could grow up to be anything.
Watching the movie last night made me stop and pause.
More than anything, it made me wonder — WHEN?
When will we have a female in the top post, at the helm of government, here in the United States?
In my lifetime?
One’s life must matter.