Tuesday, March 8, 2011

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BE WOMEN'S WATER AND WINE

Women's Day, but not in Spain, because it can not celebrate. What then said the usual, women are celebrated throughout the year, not just one day. Sure, right, but it's good enough for me on 8 March, I am not one who went to see the boys but not one that disdained the mimosas presents. And then that day you are a woman, it feels good. Men do not have a party, or rather, I remember from the small town festival, Aug. 2 was the feast of men, but then disappeared.

I think us women.

Here in Spain we do not celebrate, and talking to young women feel always say that Spain is a macho country. Unfortunately I am not surprised, for everything I always bring my Buddha, not because they are foreign or language, but because they are women, and so I need man. Sure, I work, home, papers do, but who knows because some issues have a man who spalleggia is easier.
The fathers of family still have a lot of power, but also what happened in my family where my father thought of remaining in the early 20th century, only that eventually abdicated, because to me it was impossible to resent won. Still we try, but both know that is a losing battle.
Here the fathers to the children yet to decide who may live away from home, work, pay a mortgage. Decide whether the 24-year old daughter to buy a car, even if that child lives in 1000km from home, but who cares, they always have to say. In Spain

violence against women exists, it is said, to ensure that women rebel to their batterers. Every day, almost, TG informs us on the number of women who died since the beginning of the year. They do this even with road deaths.
Then you find that the majority of these women has been the victim of a patner denounced by law and unable to bring them closer, but still lived with them. Many are foreigners. Many of them can not leave the patner because they have money or a job that would allow it to be independent.

Women in Spain, according to certain sectors, earning far less than men.

In Spain it is important if you are a woman between the ages of children, or if you're not. In some contracts, and assure you from personal experience, says that the employment contract may be suspended if a pregnancy is discovered. You have to read even the fine print, always.

There are so many things I do not understand English, but this is what I still do not enter into his head. Why is a modern country, but under the surface, at the expense of modernity came with the fall of Franquismo, Spain remains a traditional village, where the woman is a woman, and man and man, and unfortunately they are just women to teach children that is so, and you do not change, because the culture never change in a few years. But perhaps the next generation will teach children that women should be respected, that men and women have equal rights and duties, and in the future there will be no discrimination. What beautiful dreams! Then it happens that

a few weeks ago in the train station in Malaga, I buy the Vanity Fair, which arrives two weeks late, and I read all those articles where women complain about their condition, they complain if they call them whores escort instead, complain if they take to the streets to assert their rights, but also because the streets that is useless. They complain when dress provvocante manner, but also as suorette. Complain about everything!
I do not remember this newspaper as a constant complaint of women. Do not buy it for a year, given that we do not sell it. Every now and then gives me this pleasure, an Italian newspaper. But reading all these complaints, what's the point? Why
admittedly, I complain, but if I complain is to change what I do not like, or at least improve it. What's happening in Italy? Because now all complain and criticize each other?

At work sometimes I preferred working with men: they are more simple, do not complicate your life, do not talk to you, do not criticize you for what you say or how to dress, laugh with you and with you, but they are simple and enough. They look at asses, tits look, make jokes. Working with women was sometimes a punishment, a thousand paranoid, criticism, whining, but just look at that attitude, that made me a little smile, the college is a bitch, but you saw what shoes she started??

If a woman discovers that her patner betrays her, before everyone thinks the other woman and how to take revenge on her, and how not to ruin his life patner. Wonder how you? It's more beautiful than me? Why do not you asked him why he did it and what problems do you have?

Women are strange, almost always form a coalition against the other women.

wonder why we do not help. Who knows why it is so difficult to have a good friend.

But in the end we are women, are not simple, we are not easy. We do not know, often, what we want. We must always cose between a career and have kids. Often we have to accept jobs that do not like. We mourn for romantic films, sometimes even for commercials sad happens that the hormone should send us crazy, it happens that in front of a jar of Nutella feel pampered and then put on a diet. We are paranoid, complexity, critical with ourselves.

We are our worst enemies.

Years ago I wanted to be a man, how lucky, I thought, they can do everything .

Then I remembered that I am, what I did, and I said to myself, but how many men I know, I have lived what I lived? Honestly, how could "survive" on the test, and move on.

We women are strong.
We always find the strength within ourselves.
pull even in adversity there back. we get depressed, but we struggle.

is easier to be a man .

Maybe, but we women can cry if they want, even in public. We can dress pants and skirts. We can wear makeup and cover dark circles or pimples and if you put your heels are too low. We can say that we like the rose without the other they have doubts about our sexuality.

And how difficult pregnancy, childbirth, breastfeeding, sleepless nights, spit out baby food, diapers, dirty when you look at your child laughing, crawling, to standing up, which makes the toddler, who calls you Mom, do you think for sure a man is easier, but you're the woman who he grew up in, you know your child much better than the father, did you hear while kicking and when he had the hiccups, and recognize the movements and noises in the dark.

not only today but every day we are happy to be women, because it is not easy, is not always pretty, but it's exciting.

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