Celebrate Women’s Day, don’t be a dick , be a pussy

The Problems We All Live With by Norman Rockwell

“Don’t be a pussy”, “You throw like a girl”, Boys do not cry”, “Screamed like a little girl”.

There is nothing “Happy” about Women’s Day. It’s the day when the world reflects upon the struggles of women in the past and in the present. It is a day when we celebrate Rosa Parks and Marie Curie. Its a day when we remember Vijaya Lakshmi Pundit and Savithribai Phule. Its the day when we appreciate Asima Chatterjee and Anna Chandy. It’s the day when we thank the women from Iceland who walked out of their workplaces to fight for “equal pay for equal work”. It’s the day when we appreciate the women all over the world who fought for winning voting rights for their compatriots. It’s the day when we look up to Sally Reid and Kalpana Chawla, Katherine Johnson and Amelia Earhart, Emmaline Pankhurst and Valentina Tereshkova and many many more.

We celebrate them, we revel in what they did, but there is still nothing happy about Women’s Day.

We have work to do. We have a lot of work to do. As Trudeau said, “No one should be ashamed to be a feminist”. May be that day, when people are not shamed for being a feminist, would be the day when the word loses its significance.

Women’s Day celebrates the long and dastardly path women had to carve out through a patriarchal and religious wasteland of male domination. Oh, there is nothing happy about it.

There is nothing happy about Women’s day, if we all go “If it is not my mother, sister or wife, she is a slut, bitch or a whore”.
There is nothing happy about women’s day if a little girl gets raped by a priest and the blame is on the kid and “mothers” warn her about how she forgot “he was a god’s man”.

There is nothing happy about Women’s Day if girls get raped on the street or on a bus and the questions are about “Why was she out so late? Why was she wearing those clothes? Why didn’t she call the rapist, “brother”? Why didn’t she try a little harder to not get raped?”

Today is International Women’s Day. Today I pay my respects to the women who changed the world. Today I pay my respects to the women who continue to change the world.

Today I pay my respects to everyone who overcame the impossible odds set up by men, by colour, by sexual orientation and made the world a better place not just for themselves, but for everyone.

Today I send my hugs to every man trapped in a woman’s body, every woman in a man’s body, to everyone who is physically adapting to their own sexuality.

I celebrate you. I celebrate for you. I am not happy. Yet.