Thursday, April 5, 2012

Can I talk?

I'm not a minority, so I've never had to walk down the street and hear the "n-word" or whatever derogatory label the majority of people in the area in which I'm walking would seek to call me.

But I am a woman, and so I know about descrimination, and unfairness.

I have walked down the street and been told, "Hey, you've got a nice ass. Want to have my baby?" I've been whistled at. In my places of employment, I've been marginalized. (Although I've never been sure if that was because I was a woman or "just a secretary," although I have no doubt it was both.)

And yes, women in the Western world have it made compared to their Eastern counterparts, but it was not always this way. I grew up in the 1960s when girls had to go to school in dresses. Women served as pilots during World War II but after the war couldn't get a job at an airline to save their lives... Before WWI women couldn't vote. The list just goes on and on - again, a whole segment of the population - their minds, their abilities, their ambitions - locked away because the majority decided their place was in the kitchen and only in the kitchen...

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