I'm a woman11:59 AM
Yesterday was Women's day. Like every years, it came and went with its message and awareness raising Ideals drowned in a sea of discounts, coupons and freebies. Commercialism took over, hinting at the fact that women should be proud to be themselves as long as they adhere to a societal ideal of beauty and grace.
Yes, women rejoice, you are empowered enough to deserve a spa day once a year and a discount on that pot of cream that will keep you glowing. You can have it all, as long as you stay the same, labeled, categorised and neatly boxed. The catch is that you must belong to one box, no multiple choices allowed.
You can be a mother or a career woman, not both. Don't dare aiming at pretty and smart at the same time, you shall only be pretty if your IQ rivals the one of an amoeba or smart but butt ugly. You shall be family oriented or a cold hearted bitch...no middle ground.
Meanwhile, no one gives much of a hoot if a man is successful in his career and a good father. Or handsome and smart at the same time. Women, can have it all, indeed, as long as it is one thing at any given time.
Time to break that wall!
You see, I am a woman...
I am a woman and I refuse to be limited to a one dimensional life, one box, one label. I don't even want to be celebrated once a year with a free lipstick and a discount on a foot massage. I am worth way more, and am aware of it.
Because, you see, I am a mom, wife, and a blogger. I also happen to be a daughter, sister, artist, bookworm, cook, decorator, loyal friend and as an aside love to walk. A handyman (or is that handiwoman?), a tutor, caregiver and manager.
I am bilingual, and can understand and speak a few basic sentences in a few more languages. I am a jigsaw puzzle freak, and a computer literate being. I am intelligent, with an IQ to prove it, and I consider myself pretty.
You might think I am arrogant now. Guess what? I don't even care.
I am a woman, and I am strong. Give birth to a human being before calling my gender weak. I can lift furnitures and throw a punch if needed. Don't even dare calling me a tomboy for that.
For, I find it all ladylike just the same. Strength and character aren't gender specific.
Don't tell me how I should look, act and what I should say to be considered a woman. My double X chromosome decided that for me and it'll never be up to a bunch of arbitrary stereotypes.
I myself don't think less of a man if he cries, cook and sew. So don't hold my ability to fight, hammer and saw against my feminity. Last time I checked linking blue over pink wasn't an issue either.
Don't pretend to have my safety at heart when you want to confine me to a woman's train or preferably in the kitchen. Don't tell me when I should or shouldn't go out. Your doing so insult me, other women AND men. I of course mean the real men, the one who have a dignity, and manners. Rapists are nothing but animals, they don't count as men, and shall never be counted as such.
I am a woman, no less. I don't want pity, protection or discounts. I, like all my sisters want respect and equality. Men don't need a special day, why should I?