I just learned from my good friend Chris that today is International Women’s Day. Huh? Okay, that’s one I’d never heard of before, but then he sent me one of his world famous tiny urls (very good things, check them out) so that I could go and read about it. Sure enough, around the world, people celebrate women on March 8th. Wow. I get a whole holiday just for having lovely lady lumps; how great is that?
Well, that’s what I’m trying to work out, actually. How great is that? I guess being an American makes me . . . um, skeptical of a Women’s Day (unless it’s that fab magazine, do they still print that and sell if for 89 cents? What a bargain!). Remember when we decided we should have Black History Month, so we declared February the month in which we’d celebrate and share black history, but then it was February, and that’s the shortest month of the year, even on a leap year, it’s a wee little month. So outrage and cries of a variety of racist and “othering” practices ensued. Until we all wished that we didn’t have a special month at all, just teach and learn and celebrate black history all the year ’round, right? And why don’t we call it “history”? Why set it aside like that?
It seems to me that setting aside a special day to honor someone for not being a white, western male is really just a bit backhanded. It’s like having a celebration for runner up or next best in show. We’ll be running the world, but here’s a nice month for you and a day for you, oh, and did you pick up your ballot at the door? We’ve allowed you to vote. Well, in some countries, that is. Now don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against white, western males. Nothing at all. Quite the opposite, actually. However, until we have an International Men’s Day; I think I’ll pass on the celebrate my humps day. I’ve blogged and blogged about white guilt and racism and how anything that sets people apart . . . well, sets them apart. And I can’t unsay all that; I can’t unbelieve it.
So while I love and honor and respect women and think we are smart, strong, and stupendous, I just can’t do it on a special day set aside like this. Mothers’ Day? Oooh, yes! (we do, after all, also have a Father’s Day). Women rock, but we don’t need a day; we need . . . [fill in the blank].
. . .
Equal pay! — says Rii
A roll in the hay! — says Snuggles
“Harder, faster, deeper… oh! oh! oh, God! Yesssssssss.”
says um, orgasmically enthuses Jillene
…maybe a personal day of reflection as to how far women have come — says Pris
*not* to be told when is our day because we rock all year! — says Fanta
Chocolate, Kris, and *coughdeancough* — says Tally (who I’m sure doesn’t mean them in this order; it’s got to be *coughdeancough* then chocolate . . . )
Several days and not just one — says Spam-ber (Amber says a whole lot more and funny ones, too, but she gets only one here, and I’m taking the first one. Because I can.)
. . . more cowbell — says Nancy
A couple more links:
The U. N. and Women’s Day: http://www.un.org/ecosocdev/geninfo/women/womday97.htm
Turns out we have a Women’s Month, after all, March. Sigh: http://www.infoplease.com/spot/womensday1.html
Info on individual countries’ celebrations: http://www.internationalwomensday.com/
The U.N. has declared this women’s day as day to end violence with impunity against women and girls: http://www.un.org/womenwatch/feature/iwd/ What a shame we need a day for that. But it’s a worthy cause, just care about and try to stop it year ’round, that’s not too much to ask. Or is it? A bouquet of flowers to your favorite female is not going to stop global violence again women, and it’s not going to raise awareness of the problem. I didn’t even know there was an International Women’s Day, let alone what this year’s pet problem is. I may not be the most informed human ever, though, so take that with whatever amount of salt you deem necessary.