I hate international women's month because we’ve been thrown a bone and been told it’s a gift.
It's because I am not stupid enough to think that such a shallow outpouring of faux solidarity will, for one single second, improve the lives of women genuinely suffering around the world.
My criticism of international women's month reminds me a lot of the criticism that Black History Month gets — that it’s a way out of our guilt, a month-long Band-Aid over centuries worth of injustice. Here’s a whole group of people who have been oppressed, disrespected, exploited and cheated out of something in the past. So let’s give them an occasion on the calendar but, hey, come tomorrow, it’s back to business as usual.
It's time to scrap it. It’s patronising and people should acknowledge women’s merits – and men’s – everyday, rather than as a one-off. Making it into a day allows faux campaigners to tag on. It's become a cash grab.
It also tends to pit women against men. This is a pity when women should remember that, for the most part, men are our friends.
I would love to see your comments below. I live in a first world country, but I do not have autonomy over my own body, and I'm so tired of being terrified of walking down the street at night because I have an unspoken curfew.
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