Weighted Disposition

There’s a post online that swells with enthusiasm as I read it, bending the morphing, jumping from the HTML page. It reads: i hope the next thing women ruin forever is fascism.

And I’m wondering about the world, and all it’s manmade glory. And how we can ruin it. Tumble it down in a swift blow, or more quietly, in the pulling of threads, one small stitch undone at a time.

No man is an island but women are vessels through space and time; accumulations of stories gone by: a girl told to be too loud and asked to occupy less space, a female artist overlooked for a gallery exhibition in exchange for a male name, a writer forced to adopt of pseudonym in order to be taken seriously.

The female rage builds and peaks – erupts, then softens again, as we catch our good nature.

But what about the softer spaces: the teachings, the communities built through emotional labour. On whose shoulders were the world’s within worlds built – of fantasy, creativity, art and culture. Where they whispered to children as teachings and lessons; constructing a sense of moral identify within the story line.

I wonder about the femalemade spaces and securities – a gender not a sex, where parts do not equate to an identity. Have you noticed, for example, how many male toilets are more accessible than female at venues?

I could list the acts of micro-feminism we could all enact – tiny acts some would say full of aggression – and what’s wrong with combining femininity and aggression may I ask – but no, they are not micro-aggressions but more micro-loves – a female placed first in an email chain, opening a door for a man and kindly inviting him into your space, a strong handshake, a mother walking down a bride at a wedding, refusing to change your name if entering into a social relationship contract with another party.

If we were to organise, together, we could change the world one micro-love at a time. It’s the building blocks that could re-write history.

Instead; here we are. Wishing away fascism and taking the blame for ruining work places, courtesy of the New York Times.