I'd be married to a 30 year-old man I probably didn't like.
If I were rich, I'd be educated in French, dance, embroidery, and reading and writing.
If I were poor, I wouldn't be educated at all.
I probably would have had at least two kids by now.
I may have lost one in childbirth, and nearly died myself.
Actually, if I lived in that time, I would be dead. I had my appendix taken out when I was 9, and I surely wouldn't have survived it then.
Here I am, single, childless, and learning things only a man could. I wear pants, I swear, and I read the Bible.
Oh, if only they could see me now. The horror!