Happy International Women's Day! What a splendid day to write, remembering how fortunate we are; however, also not forgetting how many things still need to be achieved and corrected because, let's face it, a "civilised" society in which two people get different salary for the same work because one of them features some extra meat between the legs??? My ass, we still have a long way to go, unfortunately.
But let's concentrate on the positives, the ads of YSL. No, seriously, have you already seen them? They're shocking and I am happy people have come forward and publicly disdained and criticized them and, hopefully, the brand will now be forced to take them off (and have wasted a lot of money for nothing). Still, I have to wonder how people can still be surprised. The model industry is the most sexist we know (apart from porn, probably) and there are men telling women what to wear and most of them are gay, too. How twisted is that? Just because some misogynist whose never probably even had sex with a women has a delusional and sick image of what he thinks women should look like we all have to starve now?
However, I can proudly say that these things don't affect me anymore, seriously. I am talking about the message to starve myself to death, not the ad itself. I don't know how it happened (and when), but suddenly, I don't care anymore whether I look like a supermodel or not - or rather even, I don't want to look like this anymore because I know it's unreal and unhealthy (and looks kind of terrible). This actually leads me to telling you about my day.
I had a really good day and also have to tell you I will soon start to work as an editor for a publishing house I will leave unnamed for now, so I couldn't not work as I haven't even started yet but I wore red all day and went to the gym, which makes me feel very powerful and self-confident. Now my legs are burning and I can only open my legs about 20 degrees as the muscles are so sore, but it's a good pain, if you get what I mean.
I also cooked and did the laundry today, so very housewifey, but I didn't vacuum-clean the floor, so suck that up (I dream in very small ways, don't I...) and I felt much better afterwards, as cleaning my apartment is like cleaning my soul.
Now, I am sitting on my cosy bed (I LOVE my bed) and am writing these lines, thinking how lucky I am and how I want to use my brain, my wit and intelligence to further the cause for women and myself and how the planet (and the men) should be damn right happy to have us!
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