Today is International Women's Day, and this day is very important for women the world over because sometimes we forget how great we are and we need that one day a year to be reminded of it. Just for one day though. And that is all I'm going to say on the subject for now. Suffice to say, I am saddened that the world we live in still requires a day for races, sexes, religions, etc. to be singled out and recognized when really we should all recognize ourselves as equals. Yeah yeah, I'm a gray-area hippy.
Also, I would like to note that I am so angered by men who say it's pathetic for a guy to hit a woman if she's attacking him.
I find it infuriating when I hear things like that, that a man shouldn't defend himself against a female assailant. Why? Because he might be bigger, or stronger, than her? That's no excuse. Setting aside the hypothetical situation where the woman might actually be bigger than the man, let's consider for a minute what a person is actually implying by saying that: They're saying that the woman is weak and the man will do more damage to her than she will to him because we're the more delicate of the species.
In some instances we are more delicate. But that's no reason to treat us like us we're less than, or even more than, equal to men. Calling a man pathetic for hitting a woman, if she's attacking him, does not make you a superior male in my eyes. It makes you sexist. And do not say that a woman couldn't do that much harm to a man. I may not have the physical strength to break your neck, a lot of women don't, but I can absolutely hurt you. And without using a weapon.
I would like to also state hear that my husband bought me a vacuum cleaner for my birthday. And I do not feel like less of a feminist for saying that I am really fucking psyched about this vacuum cleaner. Nor do I feel he is being in any way sexist for buying me one. I wanted the vacuum cleaner and I didn't have the money myself to buy it, so my husband, my partner, the man I see as my equal and who sees me as his, bought it for me.
It's a Dyson. This one. It didn't cost that much though.
Now that I'm done ranting and bragging about my sweet new vacuum (it's not here yet, but I'm totes sweeping the entire house like, five times when it gets here), on to other things.
Yesterday was my birthday! I is 24!
In addition to the vacuum, Jeremy bought me a book (The Invention of Hugo Cabret, which I adore), a music box (it's glass and it plays Tale As Old As Time), and a Penny Arcade print (this one, one of my favorites which I quote a lot). I also got some Lego snails getting their bang on (because I once said there was no way snails having sex could ever be entertaining, and I was wrong), and a gift card to have my own children's book published. Once I write it. I have a concept, I just need to, ya know... write it. And get some illustrations.
Mom and Cody took me to lunch and we gorged on soup and salad and I got a delightful piece of lemon cream cake (mmm, lemony). Then later Jeremy and I and some friends went out to Friendly's (I get the name now!) where we had pretty rough service but tasty, tasty ice cream. That's also where I decided the whole issue from above was sexist and that it angered me. So, all in all a tasty birthday full of lovely and humorous gifts where I learned some things about myself.
Hoo-ray for 24!
