As a woman my country is the whole world
“The outsider will say, ‘in fact, as a woman, I have no country. As a woman I want no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.”
“What did he say?” I asked my friend about her trip to the doctor.
I hate myself all over again retelling the story.
I have lived and breathed #metoo. My mother is a doctor. I read articles on feminism every day. And yet, ‘he’ was the gender that rolled off my tongue when asking my friend about her trip to the GP.
I noticed recently to my surprise that the upcoming Oscars still divide their awards by gender. Surely, the film industry should be the first to rid itself of any overt references to gender? I suspect in a few years’ time, we will look back at the ‘Best Actor’ and ‘Best Actress’ categories in the way we look at Doritos’ ‘lady friendly’ crisps and Yorkie’s ‘it’s not for girls’ slogans now: with despair.
What I find fascinating about feminism is that it means something different to everyone. Today’s female icons range from The Guilty Feminist host, Deborah Frances-Wight, to Gina Miller, anti-Brexit crusader and author, Virginia Woolf. They all contribute to gender equality but their methods and messages are completely different.
I’m reading ‘Fifty Shades of Feminism’ at the moment which illustrates this perfectly. It is a collection of articles written by women about feminism and they are as fascinating as they are divergent.
The link of course is equality. No preconceptions. Women don’t want to be judged for their bodies, and we shouldn’t be. Men are fighting for it too, for themselves. They don’t want to be judged either. The broad brush of gender tarnishes everyone.
We can all do our bit. I, for one, will never again gender any role in any workplace. After all, it’s the small but united gestures that create great change.