Dedication to the cause Feminism is demand for respect and dignity

Strange to me is how divided we are in more ways that is reasonable. Feminism and Socialism are ideologies which divide strongly and are opposed heavily. Feminism especially is put to dirt. Self-evidently it involves women. Feminism demands women to be active, stand up for themselves and their children and importantly feminists also speak for others in similar position as millions of women are treated like shit. speak for those who are treated like inferior, rejected as half-humans without capabilities, people who are tools and objects. How many times it has happened that a woman has to prove herself many times over and maybe not even then is she accepted and acknowledged as capable individual who is not dependent on men and their opinion, who has ideas of her own. One part of the problem lies in wanting to be acknowledged and accepted. Women’s need to please. It is a kind of weakness to want to be loved as one is, do everything possible for it. There is great demand for people to be encouraged as creative intelligent and capable persons.
To acknowledge someone is to honor that person. To honor someone, anyone, is and has been a difficult task. There is need for power and questions on trust. Self-evidently there are cultural differences what is to honor and does it have to be gained. Obvious also is the lack of capability to honor because there is no knowledge of what it is to honor. Respect and dignity begin from knowledge of self-worth, understand that one is valuable as one is with potential and resources. Self-worth grows from having felt respected since childhood. Respect is to be interested in other people, give space, reflect, act and listen to the other. Self-worth grows in being listened to, in atmosphere of trust. It grows when one learns what one can do, is able to accomplish. So to gain self-esteem one needs others but more importantly one needs oneself.

Where have all the Flowers gone? Fight of the Feminists, Feminism the ugly bad word. Why I feel so strongly about this is because anyone in her right mind would, secondly is because I am that girl. There has been a substantial amount of discrimination against me, diminishing me as a woman, artist, worker and as a person. There is no end to that until someone puts an end to that.

Women and girls make up half of the human population of the world. But they represent a staggering 70% of the world’s poor. Poor education, healthcare, nutrition, violence remains the main obstacles for women to empower themselves and their families. In many countries baby girls aren’t welcomed, they get aborted or killed when young. Due to latest news there are 60 Million girls missing in India alone because of gender inequality and sex selective abortion. It is a silent genocide happening every day. Things change all too slowly and why is that? In many respects there is not much respect for women to educate, to let them speak for themselves, let them take the lead if they choose to. As it happens even women do not respect sex of their own. Sex selective abortion is one of many appalling ways to hate female sex. But how we are appalled by hate without noticing hate we carry ourselves. What I mean by that?

http://jezebel.com/where-are-indias-60-million-missing-girls-the-tragic-1091500375

What is a woman? I work all my life to be respected as an equal person, and I have to work for it. Is that why I work, to be respected? It is in some sense understandable in some not. Literally to work my ass off to do that, get it. How I see it I stand alone. Woman who has guts to speak her mind and do things her way is an oddity, a target. I cherish my oddity. Is there respect for anything if there is constant doubt? Without trust there is no respect. BANG!

Marilyn

I met her in a pub. I went to three places before I found her. Beautiful in her blonde Marilyn hair, waving her hand enthusiastically behind men holding their drinks, and she was happily playing in the sea, splashing liquid joy all over, drinkable. But I didn’t want to drink. I wanted to sit there with her without hurry, without desire for anything else. I wanted to laugh with her, trust her sweetness. But a woman cannot sit in a pub like that. There is always a desire for something there, must be, why else would you be here, said a man who came to say something about my eyes. He wanted to look me deep in the eyes and rub my back. My Marilyn went for a smoke.

So, it’s a trap where you can be harassed the way, you are not harassed elsewhere, people were there to grab, to drown, to stare and do what they could not do elsewhere. Someone said, Christmas is a hard time. Fuck! Grab your pint! Whatever I thought, I became frustrated and angry. Marilyn why are you in this hole? I wanted to ask. M said knowingly, you only live once. Oh well, I loved to watch her put makeup on sitting next to her beer and the bartender smiling when she was looking for lipstick from her purse. I love when people here know me by my name , she said.