Love Me, I’m a Woman
I honestly never think about myself as a woman. I never think that I’m stronger, smarter or anything “more” just because I have that XX chromosome combination. I think of myself as a human being with nothing less and nothing more of other human beings and I think that’s exactly where racism starts (or doesn’t): thinking of yourself as less or more of someone else. Wether we’re talking about sex, race, status, salary, city, football team or any other label.
I recently came across many articles about feminism, sexism, what does it mean to be a woman and if it’s alright to feel something different because of our “womanity” (no, not the perfume!). Sometimes I think that we are overthinking the whole problem, but some criticism is vital when it comes to bad and good sexism: when we are not asked about our jobs, our dreams, our projects, or when it is given that we desire to have children. When we are asked about “woman opinion” and not Elisa’s opinion or Jenny, Samantha and Sarah’s opinion. When it is given that we will make coffee or clean up the table. Not meant to be bad: but it is.
John William Waterhouse
Being born in Italy this is something that I feel a lot, because here we have a strong “mother” and “housewife” culture which is almost unchanged from the ’50s. I am lucky enough to have a very modern family so I can see the tricky aspects of this culture in other families. Because I perceive them. But it’s just as easy to slip into them for the desire of being accepted and praised.
Margareth MacDonald Mackintosh
Think about a Christmas dinner: everyone is done eating and there are dirty plates on the table. Who is going to spontaneously stand up and bring the plates to the kitchen? Usually the women around 50-60, because they are still mothers and housewives. And you, in your 20s ans 30s, you are expected to help. And if you don’t, you will be considered lazy. Why is my boyfriend not considered lazy? We work. We don’t complain when we are sick. We carry heavy weights exactly as you, my lovely boyfriend, do.
I sincerely hope that this few words of mine will help opening some eyes if they’re not open yet, and that you will notice even small things that determine the biggest troubles in our society. We may love men, we may love babies, we may love cooking: we don’t love being expected to.
Frida Kahlo self portraits
Since it is Christmas, I am going to celebrate my feminine and surround myself with glorious women, painted by glorious women (and men, because I’m no sexist darlings!) despite the first paragraph of this post. Love is the answer!
Art images from Posterlounge
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Hey, it's Elisa, the woman who founded styleonvega.com in 2010, when it was called styleBizarre. I gave this blog to another awesome woman and she's now running the whole thing: Cynthia. If you want to follow me on my website or social media please click on the icons that are probably showing somewhere around this text box :D