Last Sunday was International Women’s Day, one of my favorite holidays. It’s such an easy thing to celebrate. Of course! What took us so long to come up with this holiday?
Places with a history of communism celebrate this with pleasure. Many other places celebrate it with guilt.
Google had a doodle for it. A circular parade of paper dolls in what appeared to be women in the costumes of different professions.
I”ve been looking forward to this woman’s day, 2020, since it marks the 100th year anniversary of American women getting the vote (most of them, anyway). And I’ve been reading a lot of feminist literature.
That’s a lot to think about.
One of the books pointed out that women think in terms of relationship. How will policies and personal decisions affect those around us?
And I realize what bothers me about that google doodle. They are not in relationship with each other.
As a woman, I think of myself in relationship to others all of the time. A mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter a friend.
I have a lot of connections, and they pull me and I pull them.
Equality is a small part of the story. An important part, but nowhere near the whole picture.
In the creation of a person, which we women do, and in the creation of a society, which we all do, there are a lot of components. There are an incalculable number of compromising, giving and takings, sacrifices and demands.
It impossible to keep track of it all.
These books have convinced me to take better care of myself in these interactions. To fight for myself as much as I would for my family. To require an equal partnership moment by moment and to speak out when I am blocked or hampered.
What give me courage to do that is that I am not doing it only for myslef. In woman-fashion, when I speak up and demand I am doing it for everyone.