Words are changing. Some resist the waves, saying that the language is already inclusive and should not be messed with. No matter what we think. It is mutating. Young people are looking for ways to express themselves and if we don’t go with them we are just going to be left behind, obsolete, archaic, useless and, as it is happening as we speak, misunderstood.
A lot of academics argue that if someone doesn’t know anything about a subject, the best thing to do is to keep quiet and let the experts handle the matter. I cannot disagree more. In cases that involve human rights violations the importance is not about the knowledge of the conflict, or even the politics, but the empathy towards the victims. I say this now because I was also part of that academic world, the political analysis, where a lot of arguments and conversations flew around, directed only to intellectuals, and not to the public, that was ultimately the one with the power to implement changes.
Gnozi Adichie writes a warm letter to one of her friends from childhood who asked her how could she educate her daughter to be a feminist. When I took a first look at the book, I though her arguments were clear and at some point a bit obvious. But I realized soon enough, with sadness, I must say, that not even this feminist statements have been embraced by the majority of societies and cultures because this world favours men. And this is still happening all around the world. What can we do to change this mentality?
I hope you liked my post about Kamala Harris and Jacinta Ardern. I will always advocate that women should hold the power that Jacinta Ardern has. She is the Prime Minister, she is the one in command. Kamala Harris is not. See my talk on why women should be Presidents, Prime Ministers and CEO’s.
He appeared like a ghost would at my bedroom’s door. It was him, yes, with his face riddle with wrinkles, with his skin of a colour dark caramel, tired of waking up at dawn to work on the little piece of land that he has owned forever. It was him, there was no doubt, because we were still talking about that same piece of land that Eulalio said, back when we were together, that it would be mine, that it would be for both of us. He is making that promise again, fifty years later, and again, as it was before, it is my only hope for scape.
The women in Alice Munro’s book, ‘The Moons of Jupiter‘, are constantly looking for validation by men. Unfortunately, being born in a rich country like Canada, being professional and being smart, doesn’t relate with what they are constantly looking for: Love and acceptance from their partners. Most of the time, these women leave themselves behind, giving everything for only crumbs of love in return.
I had never heard of this woman called Simone Veil until I stepped over in France for a holiday. She had recently died and the news of passing away was everywhere on the radio, the newspapers and television. I got curious. Who was she? Why was she so important?