International Women's Day


This is my jam.

I make no secret of the fact that I am a feminist. And, today being International Women's Day, I was all set for a day of feminist rants. This morning, I was almost incandescent with rage when I discovered that 'International Men's Day' was a real thing (STOP MAKING IT ABOUT YOU). I had a whole speech prepared about how the day had lost its significance and become depoliticised. Spouting about 'inspirational women' and how far we've come is all well and good, but it detracts from the struggles which are still happening, and which still need to happen. Plus, I found out that at the end of her life, Emmeline Pankhurst joined the Conservative Party. Never meet your heroes, and never look them up on Wikipedia.

But as the day went on, my rage dissipated and I forgot what I was supposed to be ranting about. Well, I didn't forget, but I was heartened by how many people I saw truly engaging with the meaning and the origins of International Women's Day. Feminism was once a central part of my life (and my blog), and whilst I still consider it central to my identity, I am no longer as involved in activism in the way I once was. Two years ago, I threw an International Women's Day party (which was awesome) but recently, I've been experiencing activist burn out. It's exhausting, trying to change the world when you feel like one small drop in a very large ocean. Plus, the more I learn about feminism and gender relations and how ingrained sexism and oppression is in our society, the more I get disheartened.

But today I tried to forget about all those things that niggle me about feminism (can we please stop talking about pubic hair now, please? I'm over it) and that anger me about patriarchy (check out @EverydaySexism for just a small taste...) and remember that one person can change the world, if they band together with lots of other one persons. So let's do that - what do you say?