So today is International Women's Day. Mimosa galore.
"Listen mimosa washer equipped for the occasion, it's good that I am a liberated woman, but I think the mimosa me buy it alone? Now do not exaggerate! "
I hate Women's Day. "What news!" Cried those who know me a little. It is true that I am a little 'unconventional: I do not like the religious holidays. Gifts controlled either. And if the gift is ordered the mimosa I like even less.
Chiariamolo now: I love the mimosa. I think it's a pretty flower, a small wad yellow petal without being pretentious. A flower-flower is not, as some women-women whose rights are most hotels in the eyes of Western civilization are denied. Without appeal. But that mimosa gifts to celebrate this woman no! In short, millions of mimosa trees torn, amputated, tortured, deprived of their hair blonde. Now women, I wonder (and ask): If you cut your hair while you sleep you would be happy? Because this is what happens to the poor mimosa tree in the days before International Women's Day: it is "shaved" without that being required to sign anything and that, poor, defenseless, can not resist.
And then as the International Women's Day already exists I want also the day of the mimosa tree, which for rights that we do not think anyone is March 8 and thus cruelly worked the genocide of the trees blond. It will be that if I were a tree I would be without doubt a mimosa tree (blond blonde him ... I necessarily have to be descendants from the same race!) That I will be in solidarity with the poor.
My proposal is this: next year the men will offer to plant a mimosa tree and give their women a kind of proof of your donation.
Less romantic but more constructive.
And then men, let's face it, what the hell presents the mimosas that then your women arrive at night you put the clothes that have more succinct, planted on the couch in front of the play station, and go out with her friends to go dancing in a place where men far more stalwart and a lot more of you to undress to their sculettano meet up with their greedy mouths perizomino just embarrassing? Give a pair of handcuffs and tie fetish the bed, rather. And contribute to the reproduction of the species that is more noble aim.
But no more talk and irony. The party Women's I do not like for many other reasons.
"Celebrate" social achievements, and economic policies of certain women and "remember" discrimination and the violence are still some other object. Too many others. "Celebrating and remembering": that is the goal. It should also be good if there is to celebrate had more consistency than it is to remember.
But in my opinion, no, it does not.
I do not mean only the status of women in the East: the one-child rule in China, the fact that Saudi Arabia now produces its own cars and prohibiting women from driving it, the fact that in many countries the rate is still denied to women as well as education, the fact In Africa, female genital mutilation is commonly engage creepy ... I am referring to what happens in Italy, under the sky, in short. I refer to the model of a woman that Italian politics, adequately supported by television, proposed as a successful model. Women in small bodies to be consumed. Bodies reduced to exclusive means of reaching the heights of power, success. In the Italy of Knight, with his statements and his behavior, displays a machismo knows that regression to the Middle Ages (when the knights were all right!), The model Women winning bans meritocracy experience: you need an ass with no cellulite to find you one evening at dinner in the right place, right in the villa, with the right person. And the night before you're in bed or maybe the right person in a massage spa in the evening after six in a list for the elections, or on TV, who cares. The important thing is to be there. After all someone ( Vittorio Sgarbi write small, conforming to its moral stature) has declared about a year ago that: "If a fucking good, govern well" then, behold, women, because they continue to reflect your body within the distorting mirror powerful virile man of pleasure?
But botulinum are the faces of women that make me more afraid. Faces of women who once told stories in the streams of those wrinkles removed by a scalpel now approve all of them, such as masks. Plastic and expressionless faces when the joy in a smile puppet is canceled, and anger is just deleted, you need to smile more ostentatious, forced, unreal, to arrive at the top. Faces of women in accordance with the rules. And the rules they want the evergreens. It seems to me that this is far from those achievements for which the women of sixty-eight had been fighting.
There is air in these regression March 8 that follow.
And to celebrate is always less.
to remember more and more.
At this rate it will be more appropriate to celebrate the memorial day for women's rights, sadly lost in the maze of the logic of this system which today, more and more, reduces them to mere instinct, desire, body. We still have to choose whether to stay in the group of "Madonnas" or that of "whores" , as Freud said, and was the nineteenth century ... and today is the two thousand and does not need to add more to this evidence.
And the women in this logic are bent too much. And those that do not yield a prey to female trample sometimes forced. As that group of women who cried foul after viewing this spot:
"Oh no! The white mimosa in hand all'omone naked gym and there is! It offends our sensibilities and those of our men, bearers of mimosa and bacon together! "
According to that group of women who turned to Codacons to protest the spot, Bronze Statues, naked as a mother did, which is holding a bunch of mimosa, refers to a male and female figure for the banal: offensive.
I tried to imagine the sculptural feel offended that big guy at the door of my house and invited me to visit a museum after I waited for the mimosa systems in a vase. And there I was able to feel offended because of that I know of bronze history. I know that behind those muscles and those genitals in full view is a philosophy, an ideal of beauty that transcends sexuality, even if a culture that is lost is the basis of our own.
But women who bow to the logic of commodification of the body have spent some more time to care for more than that of their culture and then every now and remember to have a brain, dismiss the vagina with which they were right until then, and play to the feminists taking large slips.
Bronze Statues And then to say that I look tonight, but to bring the version of mimosa cake that I do not want to contribute to the immolation tree mimosa mo 'sacrificial lamb. And buy from the Forties, in Catania, which make it divinely.
"We eat a slice together and we go to the museum. Choose what you want to visit big man Statues, and put on a shirt, santocielo , and a pair of jeans, for God's sake before we find at one of these modern feminist sensibility that takes you offend easily maniac, screaming and the scandal does not make us go! "
Best wishes to all women who may choose not to bend over and have not bent.
Best wishes to all women, in two thousand and ten, still have the right to choose not to bend.
Silvia.
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