Activities KWAT (Kachin Women's Association Thailand)
something happened, and if not for the mirrors in my house, I
would be very baffled about what changed and why. Young women,
you'll encounter this too, some day.
You'll catch your reflection and your
breath simultaneously and be abruptly reminded that your facade no
longer matches how you feel inside, and that it now weakens the
power of your voice, the tone that took ten years to build up. I
was talking about this to a good friend recently who is 49, one year
younger than I am. She said, "Oh wow. I remember my grandmother saying
to me the exact same thing about being horrified by her appearance in
the mirror because she still seemed like a young woman inside, and she
was eighty." So this most likely will not end for me, nor for any one
of us given the gift of not dying young. It worth keeping in mind.
Men don't catcall me anymore, and I'm delighted to have aged
from that, regardless of the fact that a few of my friends and
colleagues are not. My daughter is grown, so the mom wars rage on
without me. I'm now happy to be self-employed-- an escape hatch from
workplace sexism that is not available to all women, and one that I
fully value. I charge what I want as a coach and will never again come
across information at the office that a male co-worker who is younger,
less educated and less qualified than me makes more bucks than me just
because he comes from the penis-owning sex. I am not beyond the
physical and sexual dangers all women deal with, but they have
declined to some degree for me at this period of my life.
All of this freedom, nevertheless, is
not entirely liberating. I have basically been transported into the next
stage of chauvinism that comes with midlife, and it's an impressive
change well illustrated metaphorically by the female physique that is
eyed and objectified changing into the female body that is unnoticeable.
If the loudest and most declared voices of present-day feminism most
often belong to the youngest and most sexually appealing women, is this
not a hypocritical duplication within womanism of what happens in our
fatherlike community at large?