I’ve finally gotten to an age where it’s occurring to me that my opinions on certain matters might be relevant to the future conversation. Bear with me as I express an idea so old it’s older than time itself. That is the for all time women have actually been minimized and like a big bright yellow highlighter, history oh so eloquently highlighted the inequity this year when we were shorted an hour of celebration time. Instead of honoring our women on a busy Monday when all would be expected, nay demanded to be at “their station” regardless of the date on the calendar. Yet this year on a Sunday, when we were allowed a moment of leisure on a day of leisure, we were shorted one hour of leisure.
- How would you have spent your hour had you been given the chance and the dollars? Ah, there are the dollars once again. The inequity vibrates so hard and so strong that future women will feel the ache of the loss of that one hour. For she will be as tired. She will be as weary. She will still find that her labours are at times in vain to serve a master she cannot ever really see. But she can feel it. - So girls, we felt the inequity for one less hour this year. Once the scales have been tipped… and fear not fellas, the tipping point has passed. The line in the sand is 23 goddam years long. Your mockery of our movement of when we all in one collective voice cried #me and you mocked us. You did. I wasn’t listening for it, but it was there. As it still is today. - So, we’re not coming for your stupid little hours. You can keep your dumb old hour. Instead, we'll take a Millennia of millennia for the Matriarchy to stand in all it’s Glory. - The Millenials will be coming for the hour though. Might want to get out of their way. Might even pick up a mop or something. They are going to need a hand.
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AuthorMarihemp is presently owner/baker/farmer at Cloverleaf Farms in Door County, Wisconsin. Archives
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