In a few days, it is once again International Women’s Day. With that said I want to remind you of what I wrote last year, after seeing too much of expressions of men’s gratitude and love for women in social media, much inline of the same spirit as Mother’s Day or Valentine’s Day.
For me and for many others International Women’s Day is not about how fantastic I, as a woman, am. Believe me I know that already. Because I decide that and I don’t need a man to tell me. I don’t need your attention one day each year, actually I don’t need your attention any day of the year.
What I do need is to have your respect as an equal. Every time we meet. I’m not someone you can physically, sexually or mentally abuse when you get frustrated, sad or angry. I want the have the same pay when we are equally good at performing something, (and more when I excel), I want to have the right to decide over my body, whatever you have decided to do with it.
And before I end, no I’m not talking so much about myself. I have, for some reason been clever, brave (?), strong, stupid or fortunate (or a combination), to have made my way without physical, sexual or mental abuse and an overall quite (but not fully) equal partnership. But have I met men who haven’t seen me as an equal? Oh yes, I have and I will.
And this is exactly what I want men (and for sure some women too) to understand. That even if you have’t experienced it yourself, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.