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I love watching school girls play and hearing teenage girls laugh. I love listening to women tell stories about their grandmothers, mothers and themselves. I love watching a woman argue for what she believes is right. Her poise strong, her eyes intent, her belly on fire. I love 'woman' raw. Loud, giggling, free, crude, rude, angry, creative, and erotic. Women should celebrate every part of themselves. Every scale, every octave. Exploring ourselves like an instrument explores a melody. There are many female melodies. Motherhood melodies, madness melodies, menstrual melodies, melancholy melodies, even menopause melodies. Let's begin singing our songs. Let's write books, perform plays, hold seminars and make movies about our truth. Let's write letters to the governments demanding equal pay and equal rights in all areas. Let's shake the dust off those stilettos that make our feet sore, reveal our cleavage or run bare feet if we wish. Let's change the book of rules. Let's change society, traditions, religion, codes. Let's change them because we can. We can change our world today by starting with ourselves. Every woman must begin to ask questions. Every woman must shift the focus to herself. We must not slip into contentment; we must fight for our rights. Why do we get paid less than men when we have the same job description and do the same job? Are we worth less because we were blessed with a vagina? Jealousy maybe. Why do newspaper articles about women state the number of children she has? Unless the theme is 'families' this information is irrelevant. Very rarely do we see an article stating how many children a man has. How about the advertisements that are plastered over our transport system with logos like "Why do one when you can Dufour?" Start seeking change. Speak up. Have a voice. The greatest day of my life will be when a woman gets elected Australian Prime Minister. At the rate our country is progressing, I'll be very grey but extremely joyous. © 2004 Vanessa de Largie |
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