Well, to all a good whatever. I can't finish day cause honestly, some of us don't feel it, some us wish it never existed, some of us loved it and some of us wish we never existed in it.
Today was women's day. No, not the one where you buy her flowers and say I love you with some sort of meaning. This is the one where you greet her with the shake of her hand, look her right in the eye and say, I see you. If she doesn't slap you or decide you're crazy, then she knows the point to women's day.
I'd slap you cause you're touching me without permission however. No PMs just a little boundary issue.
I spent mine with women oddly enough. I had completely forgotten today was IWD (Int. Women's Day). I remember March 8th as my friend's birthday. She's great.So in some weird way I celebrated the day geared to making men recognise that women are more than objects of...well anything disrespectful or demeaning. I won't lie, being the object of a man's desire is hot. Some women however have not been raised by soceity, parents or themselves to realise the meaning of the day.
It is not a useless highlight on the calender. In many parts of the world, women are defined as being less in priority, importance and value compared to men or animals and forced to work under vicious conditions. Pregnant women being forced to carry huge weights in loads; being denied food and water because their husbands or fathers see them as a waste of resources.
I am lucky my father sees me as a valuable extension of his DNA. By respecting me, he is in essence respecting himself because truly, who goes around building the G6 only to trash it and refuse to maintain and still expect people to drop millions for it? Exactly; so this women's day--and yes I did compare a woman to the G6 because of its exclusivity and value--appreciate the woman you are, you have, you are around. Because she's worth it.
