Women’s Equality Day

I originally wrote this for International Women’s Day 2015, but in honor of Women’s Equality Day 2016, I’m going to suck it up and post this piece of writing. I’ve been afraid to share my thoughts on this subject for years, false visions of my male readers leaving me behind, never to hear my words again. But my words are not for them, or even for you. They are for me, and for women, and for us.

What makes me successful is not what makes me beautiful.

This is the reconciliation point between women’s chances for equality.

I can’t help but feel like I’m a part of some cruel prank when I look at the staggering facts about women’s education. 60% of women are the ones holding college degrees while 5% are the ones in charge of fortune 500 companies.

Let’s do some quick math. 25 women out of 500 are the major beneficiaries of MY earnings. These 500 companies are the brunt of my consumerism, because they represent the banks, car factories, oil refineries, and basic necessity stores where I spend what few dollars are MINE (“earned” from a company owned by a man).

Who gets the 78 cents for every dollar of a man’s money that I make?

Why, it goes straight back into the hands of men.

Who did my education enrich? Sadly, it failed to serve the one who worked for it.

My money goes to the government, a proven entity that cares not for my rights or my wellbeing as a woman, as a mixed race, or as a person.

My money goes to the government, in the form of taxes. In the form of medicare and medicaid to benefit the old folks who set up the system that I am now bound to, taking away my ability to care for my impoverished grandparents and parents.

27% of my entire income every month alone goes to these causes. To making men richer, and to limiting my power.

I feel as if I am being “pranked” because I was told to get an education. Instead, I was bred to be a better consumer for the dwindling coffers of men who realized that they were losing out on 51% of the market.

I am a generalization of an emergent market for those 475 men and the government, controlled by men due to the arbitrary assignment of my genetic material at birth.

Need I remind all the MEN out there, that they, too, did not choose to be born a man?

I will be indebted to these men for MY EDUCATION until I am nearly 40. If I make it that far.

When, regardless of my education or my qualifications, I still make less than the 40% of college degree holders that are my male counterparts. Maybe they are more precious since they are a commodity?

I make less than my male counterparts who did not graduate from college.

Yet I hold the majority of the debt.

On the backs of the Indians. On the backs of the slaves. On the backs the hispanics. On the backs of women. Divided men thrive.

You don’t know what it’s like to bleed.

You don’t know what it’s like to lose your life blood in pain.

You think you are warriors.

We bleed as we type this.

We bleed as we make less.

We bleed as we smile, as we laugh, as we advance forward in our careers, as we code, as we give speeches, as we increase sales revenue by 20%.

This pain lives in us. It has been called a punishment for being a woman. It has been called the origination of sin. Unclean. Evil. Unhygienic. Disgusting. Mysterious.

Can you imagine?

You are sitting at your desk in so much pain, working through it, hosting meetings, doing everything your “superiors” are with so much more on your plate, and then YOU ARE TOLD THIS IS SIN.

We are simply living! We cannot change it! How is this a divisive point? How is THIS what we choose to vilify?

Out of all of your raping, your harassment, your conniving, your assault, your serial killing, your corruption, your betrayal, your disregard for the planet, your sublimation of the entire world.


Sing with me now.

What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood within us.
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood within us.
Oh! precious is the flow
That washes white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing but the blood within us.

Photo Credits: Suffragettes by U.S. Embassy The Hague

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