International Women’s Day
I’ve always been one to wonder why we needed a day, and if we did why was it only one day?
Always one to resent being told ‘this is the day you celebrate your Mother/Father/Lover’ and seeing the message ‘You celebrate by purchasing items that indicate your how much you care or are willing to sacrifice for them.’ I feel the need to have a ‘Women’s Day may have started out as a good intention but has morphed into condescension, reminding a lot of Women I know of the 364 other days in the year where our serious issues are paid lip-service at best and our rights actively fought to be reversed. Sometimes I feel like that is cynical view to take but that feeling is fleeting.
Having been lucky enough to grow up as a child without noticing discrimination towards me for being female, and having been taught to be and do whatever I am most passionate about – equal opportunity has never been a theme in my life because I’ve had it, I have it, I use it and in a sense, I demand it. Sometimes this has me described as ‘bold’ but no more-so than my male counterparts, that is for sure.