A day without a woman sounds pretty miserable, if you ask me. Because women are awesome.
I’ve been trying to decide exactly how I feel about this movement and I still don’t really know.
Yesterday, my tireless Awards Circuit boss Clayton Davis sent out an email to the staff. He expressed his support of the assistant editor, Lauren Huff, who would be taking the day off and asked us to move any writing projects to a different day. I knew this Day Without a Woman thing was happening, but, frankly, I hadn’t paid a whole lot of attention. Although I did see a lot of people talking on Twitter yesterday about wearing red and whatnot.
I responded that I thought it was great she’d be taking the day off. And also mentioned that since I work in public education, they already know they’re screwed without us. I’d be reporting for duty whether I liked it or not.
This morning, I woke up completely exhausted. And instantly wondered why the hell I hadn’t taken advantage of a free day of protesting responsibility. I could stay home and sleep in and watch TV and do whatever I want.
Sort of like I’ll do next week when I’m on Spring Break.
Anyway, I didn’t wear red today, but not intentionally. Honestly, I just didn’t think about it. And I purchased something this morning. And I’m working. So, basically, I’ve done all the things we’re not “supposed to” do today.
But you know what? Part of this whole movement is supposed to be about doing whatever I want, right?
I know I sound totally anti-solidarity right now, but I’m not. I’m really not.
Because, here’s the thing. I didn’t march in January. I didn’t feel the need to. And I questioned the point of the whole thing anyway. Why march? What was that supposed to accomplish? My biggest issue was that it wasn’t going to DO anything.
But now this Day Without a Woman is happening and I’m like, “Wow. I was wrong. They ARE doing something.” And I’m pretty much on board with it.
Because I love being a woman. For approximately 23 days per month, it’s the best. And I’m surrounded by AMAZING women. Good, strong, noble, awesome women who inspire me and motivate me. Who make me want to be better because they are better. And because sometimes they think I’m better than I really am and I want to live up to that.
So while I’m at my job and wearing black and not only buying stuff at the gas station but also heading to a movie later, I want to take a minute and shout out the amazing women in my life.
Of course, there’s my mom. The woman who taught me everything important about being a woman. And my step-mom, too. Both of these women are so full of love and such fierce supporters of the people they love.
My sister and my sister-in-law are both like that too. They’ll do ANYTHING for the people they care about and they fight for the things they believe in.
Any my friends. I’m so blessed to have amazing friends. There really is no way for me to express the many women I am proud to call friends, and all the things I learn from all of you.
It’s a great time to be a woman, isn’t it? We have voices and if anyone tries to tell us not to use them, we get to tell them to–pardon my French!–fuck off. I mean, it’s pretty awesome. And I love it.
Things aren’t perfect, of course. There are still improvements to make. But things are a hell of a lot better now than they were even 20 years ago. And I would WAY rather live here in the United States than in a lot of places around the world.
But generally, being a woman is awesome. Being around women is awesome. Who REALLY wants a day without a woman? No one I want to know.