We are the "Other" sex

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Stop women abuse!

Submitted: April 04, 2017

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What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you get to see or hear the word “Woman”?

Is it compassionate or vulnerable?

Is it Sensitive or sensual?

Is it beautiful or fragile? What is it?

 I could see the word take diverse meanings in diverse contexts.

To the sexists, chauvinists and others who abide and adhere to the conventional norms of this society, this article is not about feminism and neither I’m a feminist (It seems that the word “Feminist” is a word with negative connotation!).

Being a woman, I grew up watching Disney princesses and Miyazaki’s strong female protagonists, Mononoke and Nausicca. I always dreamt of becoming one such bold and beautiful woman with a purpose and passion. Never did I know that there are strings attached to live as a “woman” in this so called “civilized society” when I grow up. When I say “When I grow up” I don’t mean when I became mature, I mean when I attained my puberty. It was only then, my whole world toppled upside down. I felt myself as in a page in a fairytale book, where the princess confronts her first ever painful distress. It was the page in which the society labeled me as a “Woman”, and treated me so, where ever I went. I no more felt graceful being inside the body of this sex. I wanted to live as “MULAN”, though I knew it was merely impossible for me to live like her forever.

Why did I want to live a life like her, hiding my identity, in the first place? It’s all because I couldn’t stand the violence against my sex anymore. I’m a woman who has heard enough about the adversities of being one, from the world around me.  I’m a woman who wants to walk bravely out on the roadside pavements without any fear, even in the middle of the night. I’m a woman who wants to be treated by other men as my dad and brother does. I’m a woman who wants to feel safe and secured with men’s presence around. I’m a woman who wants to persuade every reluctant mom that women can achieve great heights with no worries of danger even if we have to venture outside our comfort zones. I’m not a victim of any violence or harassment to outburst my anger here or to abuse men and generalize them as “Morons”. I’m here to confess my views, create awareness and give at least a faint try, to make a change in this society.

“Men see ‘Woman’ as a living embodiment of compassion and love”. If I ever get to hear something like that now, I would say, “Oh, really? C’mon” (With a heavy sigh and sarcasm at its peak!).Not all men are badass. I’m talking about the ones who see us as a weaker sex and try to possess us, as if we are materials. Why do they do so? I’m clueless. Some men argue it’s an adrenaline rush cohered with a biological urge they can’t help!  Seriously? Are you savage animals?

There are many reasons or justifications to the above said notion by men, at times even by some parents of certain orthodox cultures as mine (I’m an Indian). Some of these include:

"She was wearing a provocative dress and that’s the reason why it all happened!"

"Why did she go to a late night party anyway?"

"She should have booked a cab or something; she walked down the street late at night and was raped? No wonder!"

"She would have dumped him and hence it would have been the revenge of him!"

(A common condolence for the female victims of murder cases with uncertain motives, in my country).

People think that stoning, female genital mutilation and other such extreme acts are the cruelest offences and crimes that men do to the women. No, it’s not just those, even touching a female’s body against her will is an offence! We, the women, are being hurt, bruised, abused, harassed and even raped. The aftermath includes effects such as depression, distrust, post-traumatic stress disorder, dissociative identity disorder and many more worst complications. Every one in three teen girls face sexual abuse or harassment in our society. Some are brave enough to raise their voices against it and defend themselves, whereas the rest curb their fright into a bundle of hatred and fear towards men. As a result, these grow into an aversion towards the opposite gender.

Men and women are never the same. The differences between men and women are determined by nature and in some cases by nurture as well. Yes,we admit, we aren’t as physically strong as men  but don’t you forget it’s us who carry and give life to the next generation of our species.  We aren’t seeking for a solution such as “Umoja” (An all-female matriarch village in Samburu, Kenya, where no men are allowed). Our request is not to make us feel so fragile and vulnerable. We would be much happier if you treat us better than treat us equal. I’m here seeking for a change in a better way, not fighting for women’s rights. A kind request to all the men out there; please let us to be comfortable in our own skin, shape and sex. Let us to cherish our womanhood.

Let us to be “WOMEN”.  

 


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