YOU, GUYS. Despite my head cold, I’m feeling all empowered and crap. What with International Women’s Day, my financial independence, and my all-around general awesomeness (ehem, I will indulge in this delusion cause it’s the weekend), I am this close to screaming We, the Womyn, rule the world!
Then, I turn on the TV and realize a bunch of dicks with dicks are blabbering on about what to do with our reproductive system.
Or, I read the misguided Twitter comments some teenagers make about Chris Brown and how they want to participate in his extracurricular activities.
Or, I scroll through Facebook to find the ubiquitous “When is International Men’s Day, huh???”
First, let me answer that one for you–International Men’s Day is every day. List ten men off the top of your head that you learned about in your history high school class. Now list ten women. What’s that? You can’t? Case closed.
Second, the point of International Women’s Day is to build a future where we don’t have to freaking have an International Women’s Day because people will know people that we are equal. That reality is still far from reach, and I sometimes fear we’re taking two steps forward and one step back.
You know what we need? A little 90s Riot Grrrrl action. Here’s an ode to those badly behaved women intent on making history. Appropriate since I will be live blogging my Mockingjay reading experience this weekend, starting at 9:00 pm tonight.
Without further ado, then: