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210. ANGER

 I'm coming out of hiding as my anger level has come to a dangerous boiling level! I spent all day yesterday wanting to bark at everything and everybody. There are a few good reasons why.

The feminist movement that started in good faith in the 1970's has slipped away on a tangent. There's no use hammering and stomping that women are equal to men. We are NOT equal to men and they are NOT equal to us. To start with, they don't have blood running down their legs for 10 days each and every month. They don't have problems with back ache bending down in their thirties carrying a baby in their bodies. They don't have pains to screaming point when giving birth. They don't have pain when making love. They just push their way in and then get up and have a smoke.

Allright I'll calm down. They are NOT equal to women and personnally I have no intention to become equal to them. Being a 'feminist' to me in the 1970's meant some hope to receive full respect, being treated as a fully fledged adult human being, as a complete person for what I am, just the way I am. Obviously this has not come to pass.

I'm angry because a man can still think he has a right on any woman's vagina. That a vagina bearer is there for his purpose, need and pleasure. That he can still, after assaulting a chamber maid, plead not guilty in court. I am refering to the highly publicised case running against the Frenchman who was head of the International Monetary Fund until recently. Maybe I should shut up just in case he was actually innocent of what has been alleged. But I can't because I heard on the radio what he said to the chamber maid he assaulted: "do you know who I am" (repeated 3 times)... as if his position of power on the political scene made any difference, as if it made a difference to the unwilling woman. And then, men are so quick to say that women are by nature venal, purchasable, corruptible. By nature. Ha ha ha ha ha!
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