of Francesca Bertucci *
not have time, they say. And always too many things to do. We just needed someone to revive the "woman question 2.0" ... mandatory stand: "O holy, or whores" ... again? Bella ... tough nuts to crack!
But who had time to think? It looked old story ... but we were not going well? Maybe yes, maybe no. Yet even an idea must have it, build review ... say something. But more often, does not say anything, too busy with things to do, people to see, projects being implemented, or just have fun (and ac ** o!) ... maybe they have little memory. This is the problem, the more difficult question, to always remember, learn from the past to build a future that seems only the repetition of the same old mistakes.
are women today. It is I who am writing, 25 years old, college graduate, unemployed - or, if it goes better now, however precarious - the sleepy little province. And you you who read, a teenager and looking forward to racing on live your life, free to know the world is wrong, or you, Mama Cash-integrated, perhaps even single, or you, you'd be an ordinary employee, except that you like women, or even you, sitting in the waiting room in a clinic, you're going to take advantage of your right to have abortions for reasons that only you are obliged to know, and you find yourself having to explain to a stranger who wants to convince you that the your choice - that must be yours and only yours! - is immoral, but you also, shining promise of who knows what power company (wherever you are!), in your privileged status of permanent employees, forced to spend to see your life while you wait for the right moment to be able to grant even considering whether or desire to be a mother, because that desire is incompatible with the career that you so painstakingly built, and whoever you are, any woman you are now stop and listen. There are choices that are and should be only our rights, no one, except ourselves, we can and must claim. I can not explain comprehensively, sometimes even to ourselves, what it means to be a woman and all the joys and sorrows that this entails, but each within himself and knows it is for all those reasons that we have to find time to stop and listen, awaken our consciences from the torpor of everyday life and work, for ourselves and for those who still can not or fail to do so.
was born on 8 March as International Day of the worker, even before the woman, because entry into the alienating world of the factory has actually placed the woman on the same level of man and opened the way to claims of female emancipation. The new generations of women, I have struggled a little, perhaps nothing, I felt the need, because the "dirty" work had already made our ancestors, who had the courage to require more and fighting conquistarselo for, to help women of the future, to us, to live with dignity. I wish that every woman feel her this legacy and the importance of reaffirming the common day after day, even at the cost of sacrifice, because there is still a lot of work to do and it is up to us to anyone else, to earn our space in the world, in society. I want to see the streets filled when a woman is fired, humiliated, beaten or even killed because someone thought to do that, so lightly. Women for women. If there is something to be learned by men, is to group, in which we are still not good enough.
"Siaaaaaaaaaaaamoooooooooo dooooooooooonneeeeeeeeeeee, in addition to the legs is of piùùùùùùùùùù "and is often true, but does not condemn the liberal individual choice, but will remain free and individual, non-driven and generalized to the entire class. Do you expect to be able to choose from, you can build your identity freely, which may be the only tie of the labels, a nun or a whore, feminist or not, a truck driver or tissue paper, I do not care if, when you claim to be your woman, be aware what you're talking about.
not talking about respect and equality: pretendiamoli and prendiamoceli!
for self-determination of our bodies, our needs and our desires.
Good Woman's Day to all / i!
PS particular appreciation - and a duty, in my opinion - goes to all those men who love women, not just their body, not just the idea that they have them, but the human female, with all its strength and its weakness: Thanks for being there and fight with us.
Pirate * of rice
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