At 02:00 a.m., I have no electricity, and I don't know what the reason is. The truth is that the sudden loss of electricity has woken me up all of a sudden and after a couple of laps in bed, I have decided to share this post with you. You may not know it, but it is not easy for a woman like me to open up to a community that is kind and intelligent, but equally unknowledgeable, about somewhat sensitive and controversial topics. Like, for example, my personal vision of what a woman should be and what she ends up being.
It may sound like I'm saying the same thing, but nothing could be further from the truth. Let's not forget that we are in a time where political heat is causing a lot of tension in people and where old remnants of the past, which we thought we had overcome, are now coming back stronger and more cynically than before. I think we all know what I mean and who I mean, don't we? A word to the wise, a word to the wise....
What is a different woman? Have you ever asked yourself that question? For a couple of years now, I have. I grew up thinking that our existence was linked to a greater, ulterior, transcendent objective? And the truth is that far from the romanticised perspectives imposed by society, it is curious to see how, regardless of context or intellectual or economic level, we continue to apply gender segregation. And no, don't be alarmed. I am not a socialist-communist/radical liberal and feminazi. I am a different woman, that's for sure.
I reveal myself first and foremost. I have an open problem with the norm and the law. Not on a whim, not because I don't know how to follow the rules, or because I want personal benefits for having the genitals that I possess, no. I have a problem with the law and the rules. But because with time, humiliation, pain and above all the search for knowledge I have learned that it is not the one who obeys faithfully and ascends socially and financially who is braver, but the one who preserves his integrity. We understand this ‘abstract’ concept fascinatingly quickly with our daughters. We act like protective lionesses and know how to have a sharp nose for any threat, but we play at amnesia outside the maternal role.
For some reason linked to social convenience and not recognising the pattern that shapes our futures as women, we convince ourselves that it is better for us to treat others as enemies because it is ‘unthinkable’ to be friends with a woman without having ulterior motives? We go back a thousand times to pretending that things are the way they are and that the only option is to complain, but we are afraid of sincere and constructive self-criticism. I guess, it is easier to blame others (usually other women) than to take our share of responsibility for our lives. In the 1900's a group of women said “Enough is enough!”, and they were the first to vote, to be independent and to begin to be recognised as humans. They broke the mould, the pattern of behaviour, can we do it? I wonder...
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