This past Memorial Day weekend a local radio station I sometimes listen to had one of those “80’s weekend” marathons. So, OK, I can put up with a little Flock of Seagulls or Simple Minds once in awhile. But as I was listening I suddenly heard a familiar strain. I cranked up the volume. Oh yeah, baby, it’s Love Is A Battlefield by none other than the awesome Pat Benatar. She and I belt out the lyrics together.
We are strong!
No one call tell us we’re wrong
Searching our hearts for so long
No one can tell us
Love is a battlefield …
“Why the heck do I like Pat Benatar so much,” I mused aloud to my DH. “That’s easy,” he replied. “You always like women with balls.”
In romance novels, self-assured strong woman are alternately described as fierce, independent, headstrong, strong-willed, or plucky. Yeah, I’m not a fan of that last one, either. But for this post, I’m going with balls. It’s an all-in-one kinda word that sums up so much of what I love in women like Pat. Women who don’t take any shit, who can kick ass when needed, who have courage and confidence and heart but whose feminine side and kind side remain front and center. They are sexy femme fatales, these ballsy women, and I’d sure love to be in the club.
No doubt I’m a fan because these women posses a lot of what I wish I had. On the surface, I can at times project a confidence I don’t actually feel. Or at least not as much as I appear to have. But dang, more often than not I feel like I have as much balls as a powder puff. I’m more plagued with doubt than I’d like to be, I let my confidence get eroded by stupid things, and the only ass I’m kicking is my own, trying to get it off the couch. But hey, a gal can dream. So in my effort to be a ballsy woman, I present just a few of the ones who already are.
Pat Benatar. She belts out those tunes in her bad-ass rocker way but then adds in the glam with hair and make-up and cool clothes. I remember hearing once from a guy who had worked as a bodyguard that Pat was always a mess right before concerts with almost debilitating stage fright. I don’t want to hear that, and who knows whether it’s even true or if the guy was just blowing smoke. I prefer to think it’s the latter. Rock on, Pat.
We get a two-fer with my next selection. First I’ll mention the artist, then the subject. The painting on the right is by Italian artist Artemisia Gentileschi. An extremely talented Baroque painter, she’s considered by some to be among the most accomplished of her era. It’s an even more amazing feat when one realizes what she went through. First, female artists at that time were virtually non-existent, so to say she was a groundbreaker is putting is mildly. Second, she was raped by the guy who was supposed to be her tutor. Not one to simply accept her fate, Artemisia had the balls to put her rapist on trial, a trial in which she was subjected to a gynecological examination and tortured by thumbscrews to “verify her testimony.”
The subject of her painting, Judith, was a Hebrew widow living in a village invaded by douchebag general Holofernes. Knowing her village was on the verge of being sacked, Judith snuck into Holofernes’s tent, used her wiles to get him drunk and then, once he passed out, chopped off his head and thus saved her village. If that’s not balls I don’t know what is. Interesting note: in the painting I’ve shown, the face of Judith is said to be Artemisia’s own; the head of the invading general is that of Artemisia’s rapist. Gotta love payback.
New Zealand actress, singer, and activist Lucy Lawless easily makes my list. From her amazing portrayal of Xena: Warrior Princess to her boldly climbing aboard an oil tanker to protest Arctic drilling, Lucy’s got balls to spare. I was a big fan of her portrayal of Lucretia in the Spartacus series on Starz. She’s a wonderful actress and hot hot hot. I feared my TV might combust during some of her scenes in Spartacus.
There are literally millions of ballsy women who could be on this list. Who’s on your list and why? Let us know whom you admire and be sure to follow us at Lady Smut. We know you’ve got the balls to do it.