Women of the World

There is no difference between me and someone in Africa/Iran/insert other undeveloped nation.  I'm not any smarter, I'm not built any better, my brain doesn't operate any differently.  I'm the same.  I don't understand some of the things that happen in the world, and why I've been so blessed and someone else who is the same as me, is so unlucky.

As a woman, I am so fortunate.  I can say what I want, to whomever I want, male or female.  I can go where I want, day or night.  I can learn what I want, anything I want.  Including politics, religion, math, literature or art.  I could do all of this at 18.  Regardless of my marital status.

Women are the most neglected and abused group in all the world.  And the world ignores most of it in the name of religion.  Sometimes I think I'm going to burn all my scarfs in protest, because no woman should have to cover her face in shame.  Or because a man tells her to.
Sometimes I think when we look at pictures of world leaders wives and go on and on about their outfits and glamour, and not their charitable acts or degrees, we objectify ourselves infront of the world.  And I can't help it, I look at this picture and see freedom for some and not for all.


But sometimes I think they are beautiful and that should be celebrated too.  And I realize my idea of freedom isn't the same as everyones ... but I feel like that's more justification for letting things slide.

Believe it or not this didn't get brought up because of the G20.  It came up because of The Birth of Venus by Sarah Dunant and 15th century Europe and how women were demonized (at least in the novel) as the bearers of sin who lead men and therefore the world into ruin.

I am grateful, thankful and blessed.

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