Let’s start at the beginning. The beginning of time. To a time when it is said God roamed the earth and thought ” let us create man in our own image”. And alas man was created. In this story, God saw that man was lonely and decided to give him a companion. So he waited till man fell asleep to fashion a companion from his rib. Here is where the problem began…
Forget the equality argument for a second and just bear with me. I will give you three examples/scenarios and leave you to prowl the internet or do whatever you do when you are not reading whiny little posts.
- Hero worship
I am assuming you have all watched Arrow. For those who haven’t, it’s about a green hooded guy with a bow and some arrow. Let me point out some issues I have a problem with the said show i) There is a character who introduces herself thus… ” I am Nyssa. Daughter of Ra’s al Ghul. Heir to
the demon. ” Pretty badass intro if you ask me. But did she have to say her dad’s name in the sentence? I know its just a movie you will tell me. If you watch the series you realize she always introduces herself like that. And isn’t that what women pretty much do. Our accomplishments are watered down by our relations. Who have we married, who fathered us? Are we dating a younger man? For any accomplished women, these side shows have to follow. Don’t get me started on the issue of a woman being taken less serious because she is unmarried.
ii) The other issue is that this badass chick swings around with a piece of cloth actually it’s a scarf. I mean, let us give the arrow some steel rope but let’s give the heir of the demon a scarf to swing from rooftops with. If you are going to make us strong in a movie at least give us real tools of the trade. I mean women heroes have ridiculous costumes and ridiculous gadgets. This is also repeated in real life where a policewoman is well known for her sitting apparatus than her actual job. You get my point.
A wife material is a woman who can cook, clean, find a man, get married and bear some kids. There ain’t anything wrong with this. Well except that I absolutely abhor those words! Trust me these words back in campus were as restrictive as a pair of flippers in a swimming pool. They just set you apart but didn’t ensure you enjoy yourself. my attempt at humour But for the life of me, the only reason I can come up with for hating the words is simply because I have never heard of a “husband material’.
I was standing by the bus stop one chilly Monday morning when this dude on a motorcycle just spanked me. I could feel the embarrassment wash over me. Damn the bloody man. A few seconds later my head came up with these scenarios of how I could have just turned my crazy on him. Maybe throw a shoe at him calling him a cad and other names.
But see, if I did that, all the people would look at me funny. The thought of explaining why I had turned violent on the guy is just too nerve wrecking. See, we are always on the wrong. We dress too provocatively for the rapist, we are too meek for the batterer or we are just plain old gold diggers for marrying a rich man who can provide for us and our great grandchildren ;-).
In society, women can be portrayed as pathetic.
Maybe you are pathetic for making any woman around you feel like a pathetic creature.