A while ago, the women here in America celebrated this “holiday” by boycotting work and going on marches.
And I didn’t even know there was a national holiday dedicated to women.
Of course, I didn’t celebrate, but I got to thinking, maybe a day to celebrate being a woman isn’t such a bad idea. Or a day to celebrate being a man.
But I’d do it a bit differently.
I think celebrating womanhood should look less like one big hate letter to the male population and more like one big love letter to the people around us.
On that day, a woman would make it a point to either dress up or dress down, depending on what makes her feel more comfortable with herself. (Personally, dressing up does that for me.) She’d either do her make up or not do it, whichever makes her feel confident and pretty.
A woman would spend the day, not protesting that she was a victim, but taking control of her time and spending it doing things that she feels really matter. Which could be hanging out with her kids, cleaning up a park, volunteering for a charitable organization, or visiting her family, or going out with her other female friends for a girls day.
Then she should do something fun, like go on a date, or if she’s single, do one of her favorite things.
The perfect day would include the kinds of talks that women love to have, and the kind of peace that they love feeling when they feel loved and cherished.
A strong woman does not need a man’s permission to be feminine; she would celebrate whether anyone else did or not.
I’d put hearing my favorite songs; eating assorted chocolates; watching a good movie or reading a god book; and hanging out with people I care about in a relaxing place; all on my list of things that make up a perfect day. Not to mention feeling close to God.
How men would treat women on this day would just be to say the things they should say all the time. To admit that they need women in their lives. And to be equally proud to be men.
Because when both men and women are glad to be what they are, it’s an irresistable combination. People like to see it.
Which is not to say all the problems between men and women would be fixed in one day, or even that everyone would celebrate. But the point is, if you will celebrate, really celebrate.
I just don’t see the joy in ranting and raving about injustice on the one day you get to be celebrated on. Which goes for any holiday. Who celebrates Christmas by protesting all the people who don’t get of give gifts? Or don’t go to church, or don’t celebrate at all, no one does that. (If they do I feel sorry for them.) What people do instead is they give to someone who has nothing, or they invite someone to go with them, and take someone in.
Celebration is about joy, and sharing that joy with other people. There will always be those who’d rather be miserable and gloomy, or who will focus on the wrong thing. but no one should pay them any mind except to help them.
That’s what I’d call celebrating my womanhood.
If nothing else, just taking a minute to be glad for what you have is celebration. We have so much in America, and if you’re reading this blog, you’ve got a lot more in your hands than many people will ever get to see in their lifetime.
Let’s not complain so much.
Until next post–Natasha.