The Tale of Womanhood

When you read about a world that is coming of age, you expect something. You expect to move forward from something old and reach a new reality that is better than the last. And maybe the definition of better is different from one person to another, but really, how different is it?

Sociology has led me to understand how true it is that society is not the sum total of all it's individuals. It's not a larger corollary of psychology. It is a whole different deal. And so that leads me to believe that there needs to be a general consensus on how things ought to be. That isn't, agreed, the burden of one man or one dominant group but isn't there something that needs to define the way we treat other human beings? How can those fundamentals vary so insanely from one society to another?

All this confusing rhetoric comes with the fresh injustice perpetrated by our old friends. Women are wrong on all levels, to them and it is their innate duty to correct them. To SHOW them right. To HAMMER the sense into them. Women are wrong. Women are tools. The necessary implements to secure a sure channel for their DNA to continue competing in the real world. Women are wrong. Women are tools. Women are simply appendages: to be condemned at birth, yet to be used and raped till they bear the children that might receive the same treatment again, in that sick, perverse cycle. Women are wrong. Women are tools. Women are simply appendages.

When a man is the grandfather of his daughter's child; when he uses her body as the means to a financial end that would have been possible if he worked harder instead of separating her soul from her flesh; when he allows another man to condemn his flesh and blood to the perverse existence of the in-house-family-whore, that is when every woman should feel degraded. I don't know and cannot speak for the others, but i do. I feel used and soiled, burned and bruised, battered and forsaken and most of all, i feel a revulsion- not for men- but for myself.

The tales of womanhood as on today are not the triumphant, shining beacons of CEOs, President's and pop-goddesses. No. They are the nightmares that haunt women not just in the night, but all the day through. The tales of womanhood, today, echo with the cries of a woman who cannot feel safe, not even in her dreams. This is how we have managed to live so far.

The ones of us that lead "normal" lives are living a lie. Our lives are not "normal". They are charmed. They are the fairy-tales that others pine for, cry for, are punished for. How do you sleep at night when you know that somewhere, a woman is screaming in an agony that should echo through the ages and be remembered and remedied? How do you sleep at night....?

Oh right!
I forgot...soundly....