From Melissa McEwan:
Today is a day when I am angry, but, also like all other days, it is a day on which I am happy to be a woman among women.
I do not long to be the Exceptional Woman. When I find myself in a space in which I am the only woman, I do not feel satisfied, nor do I feel insecure: I feel contemptuous that there aren’t more women there. I do not want to compete with other women in a way that suggests there is only room for one of us. I want to lift up other women, and be lifted up by them, and blaze trails in the hopes that many more will follow behind.
I respect women, and I love them. And when I take stock of all the issues disproportionately affecting women across the globe, what I see is lack of respect and love for women so pervasive and profound that to merely assert to love and respect women yet remains a radical act.
It is at the intersection of my anger at the mistreatment of women and my love and respect for them that I find my motivation every day.
I am an imperfect advocate for women, and I have nothing profound to say on International Women’s Day. Again. The truth is, I just want to recommit myself to treating every day as a day in which it is important to fight for international justice for women, and to love and respect them, including myself.
And for the one who made all things possible for me.