How to fight like a girl? - Question for all my doomed keening woman (Another of my long posts™)
These days in my country with the impact of major world news and the elections drawing close every other subjects loose focus.
Except for us women.
To us that must always stand on guard. To us that can’t quite shake the desolation, the fear, the hopelesness.
As the news of yet another rising wave of female disapearences and dead bodies fill my feeds on every social media, I grieve for this society that has lost its very humanity.
We stand impotent knowing that human rationality –and empathy- can fail anytime given, that the law doesn’t protect us and the most hurtful thing: that we will be judged and blamed for what happens to us. That we have to stop doing things or start doing things to avoid dreadful things to happen to us, but at the same time doing so cancels out our individuality and our basic human rights.
This publication (in spanish in the original post and a translation by me) is a clear example. It seems like the letter we all should leave to our mothers before leaving each day and that doesn’t feel fucking right:
It’s a confusing wave of feelings right here. Yes, I’m scared every day. Yes, I’m sad beacuse beign a woman is a uphill ride in this society.
But I’m also so fucking mad. What chemical reaction in your mushy brain decides that another human beign is worth less than you, than a pile of money or a primal animalistic urge?
Sometimes I wish that we could gather a pile of right hands like my friend Lily here:
But then what would made us different from them? Is it always good to turn the other cheek, to be the higher person? Or is it time to rise up like Lily tells us?
One last thing: A song. A battle song