Besides if you're a woman, you already KNOW sans the benefit of arduous costly study, it simply isn't true. The slander on capability, I mean. You're also likely far too busy, too tired, too pissed off and way too smart to give it any credit.
The years passed from that pivotal moment has only made my retrospective on it click to sharper focus. I applauded her work then and still do now, these are OUR rights as women after all. A group of people historically repressed through the ages across continents, abused in all sorts of ways. Burning, shaming, lynching, you name it, our female forebears went through it. To this day, some of us still do.
Yet even at that tender age, I'd recognized I needed to arrive at certain critical conclusions empirically. I needed to just live. For a bit. What was my life in its own context so I could say whatever I'd have to say with some blood behind it. I couldn't give the gap I sensed a name before, but I can now. I would call it the Bridge of Sighs between Feminism and Womanism. The two aren't mutually exclusive incidentally and "Womanism" is a word I attribute to the Pegasus. I heard it from her and am borrowing it very liberally.
Feminism is sacrosanct to me. We are not separate from our rights. Where I see the ways parting and weaving is when we attempt to mechanically marry our feminine natures to an equality so cut and dried, it kills the nuances that make us distinct from the opposite sex and traps us into an intellectual argument that keeps us from being present in life. The conscientious researchers cited by the PWQ aren't incorrect in pointing out that sexism still exists in subtle and insidious ways. But is that really our biggest problem?
And yes, I mean this in particular with men and love. And ok, lust even. Since unsurprisingly, this is where it arcs up. We pull up the brain drill to masticate every dilemma to the nth and end up getting some indigestible mush that doesn't serve us anyway. Even as we willfully ignore our intuition because everything is SO LOUD up there, we can hardly center ourselves long enough to access our gift for reading the ether.
A man on the other hand will just get on with it, hardly questioning with any depth why he wants what he wants and when he wants it. Just Do It, is their motto. Then when he makes a mistake, he corrects. Or tries to. Failing that, at least makes noises as if he's going to.
WE will NEVER be that way, and we shouldn't want to be either. That kind of blissful semi-ignorance is not a province of the feminine kingdom. In fact, because we DO question and think things through, we've earned our reputation as keepers of the moral high ground (well, mostly). Have you heard of any female politician tweeting naked pics & answering sex ads on Craigslist lately? Didn't think so.
And we got landed with it, since we're more naturally inclined to be sensitive and reign ourselves in from greedily taking what we want without regard. Add a liberal helping of self-loathing every time we come up short, or feel we haven't WILLED everyone else in our periphery to give us due honor or respect as (naturally) we assume we control all that, and no wonder we're exhausted. I despise having to couch this in terms of battle, but I don't think anyone's winning. We are definitely losing, not to men though the benefits for them are plenty.
But to a paper concept of who we are and who we should be. Rather than an honoring of the gifted Self being a woman already is. Rights are rights, our nature is our nature. Yet we hardly notice it, caught as we are in all that detail.
It means, yes, we deserve fair pay at the job but don't hate us for getting a discount because we smiled at the butcher. Or yes, we're wives and mothers, but don't go ferreting in the closet and be shocked if you find Officer Friendly/Nurse Naughty hanging in there.
Men say that women are a Mystery and I'd have to agree respectfully. We simply are. Every woman is a walking microcosm of Mother Nature herself, nurturing and life-giving one minute, possibly tempestuous and definitely unpredictable the next. We're not square, we're circles. Concentric. Moving up and down, about and around - hills and valleys. It's why we can multi-task, build corporations and have something the size of a watermelon rip through our vaginas. Then proudly pass around pictures of the thing responsible for it like it hardly hurt.
Our animal wisdom is different than that of men. But it's there, it's alive and it's ready for a prowl. All I want to say to all the beautiful women out there is this: Set it Free.
You're going to do an over-think at some point anyway, but while you can, hunt for meat, dance for love and enjoy the feeling of possibly living ever after. Then trust that when you need to, you'll bare fangs and slay the fuqer who gets in your way.