“My short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
Get used to it.
My short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.
My short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women’s army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina’s country.”
Eve Ensler on my mind – should I say THE feminis
t – considering that nowadays the word feminism is used in a slutty fashion, I shall describe Eve Ensler as a struggler.
You are wondering what’s there to fight for when it comes to feminism. Done deal, one would dare to think. Well, it’s now beyond simple rights for which our ancestors fought. Back then it was easy. My great-grandmother gathered women in her courtyard, and with big invisible exclamation mark behind every sentence screamed out, they fought for freedom, unveiled their heads and faces (dress code then imposed by Ottoman Empire). It took courage to act like that because those women in my great-grandmother’s garden were minority. Majority was behind, spitting on them, because that’s what majorities usually do.
Today nobody spits, but it became more difficult.
Being a woman, God forbid not married, you get to be more exposed to subtle-aggressive behavior. Ladies, be careful, if there’s no man standing behind you (figuratively of course) don’t you dare to raise your voice.
If you, by any chance, wear skirt, make up, if you smell good, dress nicely, speak loudly, if you don’t talk about God publicly, if you dare to wave your hand, as a sign of disapproval in front of a man, if you have an attitude (it’s the worst, because attitude, OMG… blend in with the walls in the house and pray to God that those are red let’s say, because if they’re white, sister, you are screwed) and similar behaviors, good luck living in Balkans!!!
Do not, by any chance, show that you have a brain, functional one at least. Sexuality, hell no; unless you are willing to be a lover, then yes – because these homo sapiens divide women in two categories: marrying kind (those are I guess their wives and daughters) and fuckable kind (the rest of us). So many times I’ve used lines of Jane Austin: “A woman especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.”, and Thomas Gray: “Where ignorance is bliss, ‘Tis Folly to be wise”…
My ladies, moral behind the story: short skirt is good because even in pants and head covered your character will peep beyond boundaries allowed.
