It’s been a few days since the world celebrated International Women’s Day, but I just couldn’t keep the thought unsaid that I have never felt so detached from the concept as a whole.
8th of March came, and with it came the regular flurry of woman-centric messages.
“She is special; She is a mother, a sister, a daughter, a wife, a professional. Respect the woman who gave birth to you”.
This sort of message has not changed since the past decade or so. And neither has the attitude of people who forward this message.
The women were going around feeling like a descendant of some royal blood wherever they could and the men were wishing the pretty ladies the day and then turning to their buddies to joke, “
Why just one day, our wives control our lives every day”. Ha-Ha-Fucking-Ha
I woke up on the morning of the “special day” to the messages stating truer than true truth about how women are amazing, but hold on for a second, we were not amazing on that one day, we have been amazing since the day you were born, and before that too.
It just hit me that celebrating that one day has been so pointless. With our stronger than ever fight to get equal rights as men, somehow hearing the words “Sweetling, you are special!” felt like a slap across the face.
I know I am special, amazing, awesome, amusing, badass, and many more things. I am not sitting here waiting for your validation.
What I am waiting for is for you to get over your male ego and stop asking me where am I going?
With whom was I out and about?
Why am I going out on a lunch date?
Who the hell do I think I am to question your decisions?
Why am I such a drama queen (because I am crying)?
To be very frank I do not really care what you think of me, whoever you are. The problem that really irritates me is that there are so many of you.
And you have been around for so long that I was almost conditioned to listen to you since childhood. But now that I realize that I am my own person, it isn’t going down very well with you.
We have come far in the past few decades. We have learned to keep our priorities right. We have learned that finding a man is not always the goal.
Having children is not necessarily the next step. We have realized that guns are not only for boys.
We, too, can have our independent decisions. And making it evident that I find a stranger walking down the street interesting/hot/weird doesn’t make me uncultured.
I am a free person and most of all, it’s alright to be self-reliant. My career is important too. And what others think of me is not my problem.
I feel that we should celebrate our growth as women, instead of just congratulating each other for sticking to our responsibilities and then opening the shopping app to look for special discounts for the day.
I’m a woman, and I won’t have a single day define me.