Plating Equality. (Or as the corset fits).
In the quest to equality, seeking all types of solutions that apply the general proposal that, “Men and women are equal”, is the tip of that point where we thought women were altruistically liberated from the categorical indie-tribes that had partaken of the contextual process “of being themselves”, in whatever shape or form, and that they have been shaped / are continuously shaping / have begun to shape itself organically throughout the ages.
Whether the heft of their rights as individual beings actually began shaping their need to express themselves as women who are the same in spirited execution of being, and of sound mind - but differ in form and purposed function (feminine quasi-incidentals aside), or just as people - had taken a toll on the laws that governed their lands, or with heads bowed down low, actually retreated (not entirely sure if this is intentioned, or a product of free-flow ideation) to a more palatable form of girl-friends-for-guys.
When our categorical Woman-figure had run the gamut of DaVinci’s MonaLisa, to a more modern version of Austen times Darcy’s darling Elizabeth, in the corseted forms of ringlet-framed KateWinslets, have convinced the rest of the female populace (to behaving in a way that adheres) to miraculously evolving into the sort of people they are most comfortable to be - whether that was propagated by a genetic need to become the best they can be without having any clue into the framework of being a woman - or even the society-approved, formidable paths to becoming one.
Some girls are stuck being girls. And some girls, were women at age six. Responsible adults, who could command an orchestra of peers into forming language teams, lining up for their favourite charity feeds at lunchtime, or fundraising for the environment by age 16, and could enunciate exactly what it was they needed at every precise moment. I think, the important thing to remember is this:
Girls, as women-to-be, have every right to their lives (as men do), from age zero onwards, and congruent to the kind of lives that 1/ their parents had in mind for them (also their right, and privilege), 2/ what they fashioned and cooked up for themselves, (from the time of emancipation/ graduation/ marriage/ scholarships/ careers/ or whatever traditional node lets them off the shared traditional family income stream). And maintain the right to their earned competitive advantage, by **creating continuous value* throughout their lives - with their time, social net worth, and earned resources. And to be able to march to their own drum, and ultimately, to be able to live life to their own specifications in their timeline. As men do.*
So, i am writing this to commemorate the passing of a law down under in Australia: one of the many representations of today’s evolving global phenomenon of stacking up systems up against the very humans they are meant to encase - a triumph towards the gestures that recognises the various human formations and the relationships that intricately take place within - such is the importance of passing the same-sex marriage law (like that of Ireland some years back). This encompasses the maturity of a system of recognition, as well as a system of evolving individual choice.
A phenomenon that passed in Australia - are a step towards the validity of what everyone tends to seek out in every society. Or what i’d call, the “no sheep? no problem” phenomenon. It’s a menu perusal that’s strategic for nation-building, as it is to also determine which country to reside in to be able to take control of your long-term happiness at all times, not at all costs.
When a nation gets you, you tend to become more productive. (That word). Or at least “the best you” that you can be.
So, i guess that’s a win-win.
Weekend Notice:
Also, my friend Tobi is here - met him at a Spotify-Kitsúnè party years ago, and life has not been the same since. :)