In the Blog
if feminism is dead then I definitely saw a lot of zombies today
Before I learned about its origins, I kind of thought International Women’s Day was a bit of a bogus holiday - one of those tokenistic pats on the head, like when Rolling Stone had its Year of the Woman Issue. You know - “Enjoy your day, ladies! Because the sausage party recommences at sundown.” I also resent being told to appreciate the women in my life - it’s like someone reminding me that food is an important part of your meal.
Since then, though, I’ve read a bit about how the day marks the beginning of a series of women-led labour protests. After 146 women died in the Triangle Shirtwaist fire in New York City in 1911, for instance, immigrant women sweatshop workers organized to demand safer working conditions (one reason so many women died in this fire is because one of the two exits had been LOCKED).
There are a lot of similar stories out there from around the world. It’s a sad reality that women often work under the worst conditions, and therefore are the ones who have to push the hardest for change. So that’s what I had in mind at this year’s IWD march.
Neither snow nor rain…
(more photos from the march after the cut)
The kids are all right.