In the following days the woman day will be celebrated around the world. And we have a lot to celebrate. Our grandmothers fought out the right to vote, a righteous place in the workforce. And our mothers took it to another level demanding economic independence, and the right to decide over their own body.
We can thank then from the bottom of our hearts that we are not chained to the stove, and can be not only business women, but also leaders. But apparently the generation of young women in the 21th century – really like to cook, bake and wear an apron. The focus has shifted towards blissfully gorgeous homes, trained bodies, harmonic marriages, and perfect kids. We, the generation quo, don’t have these ideological, revoluting ideas and ideals. We are content as it is. Because it could be worse, like in other parts of the world.
So conveniently we let the beauty-ideals of the commercialism rule our existence, and working-out is higher on the list in regards to thinking, cause going to the gym gives you a great ass, but protesting just makes you grumpy and disobliging. It’s in the fight against the beauty industry and against objectifying the female body, that the feminist movement loses. And it loses big time.
We jump on the crazy-train to crazy-town, snapping a few selfies on the way, too easily. And I am in for the ride, but dead afraid of where we are heading. We are setting the bar higher and higher, only for ourselves. In all spheres in day-to-day life we are corrupting ourselves; defining new levels for each other that we just can’t reach. We are supposed to bake these gorgeous pink cupcakes after 8 hours at work, and it goes by without saying that you can NOT eat them because you have to look like a Victoria Secret model. Then again, the world would be a horrendous place without cupcakes and brownies. :)))
On a lighter note, cheers for all super-women around the world. You amaze me, and make me proud to be a woman.
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