For a long time the question of why women – or rather an overwhelming majority- seem to put themselves in passive and subordinate positions in regards men has had me boggled. But then it hit me…
There’s this powerful and universal message that girls are inundated with both directly and indirectly, which is; your place in this world is to receive. Receive praise,receive love,receive guidelines like this. Because you hold no power over what you receive, you must make yourself as pleasant and appealing as possible; this will ensure that you’d be noticed by the teachers, by the boys, and by the other girls. Your life is one big waiting room. You must wait to be picked by mr.right, you must wait to get pregnant in order to be considered a ‘real’ woman, you must wait to get recognized for your hard work.
This would explain why feminism and increased rights for women hasn’t changed much in the culture that is womanhood. If women have a subconscious self-sabotaging belief that’s been passed down for ages, who’d fight the good fight? Men? Really?
Which reminds me of the mental outlook I’ve come to adopt in the past couple of years; I don’t identify myself with any group. I just don’t. I’m not a ‘proud african’ or ‘fierce feminist’ or ‘nomad’ or ‘polyglot’ – whatever. I see myself as Mulki. That’s it. All these other stuff aren’t fundamental to my being. I define them, they don’t define me. So when women are urged to seek empowerment through this vague fluid concept called feminism, how exactly does it work? What extraordinary transformation does one undergo in ascribing themselves to a group that doesn’t occur at the individual realm?