Usually, I don’t look people between their legs, certainly not upon the first meeting. I’m happiest if I read an excellent book or story or see a stunning photograph but don’t know the gender of the writer or photographer because it doesn’t come up. Clearly, for quality it is irrelevant.
And yet, observing this world and what it has become, it’s not hard to conclude that something major has to change. And it is changing, the question is just if fast enough.
Waiting for the anima to take over, while two (male) beasties are breathing down my neck, I surround myself with glorious women, the more so the older I get. I don’t set out to do it, we just find each other (usually online or we have known each other in person for a while). And I can see many of them are saying the same thing.
I must add here that this doesn’t mean men are either not welcome, not appreciated, scrutinised, or automatically blamed for the state of the world. They just need to listen more. With women it’s easier. They do.
Since today is March the 8th, International Women’s Day that used to be a big deal in Yugoslavia, this is the first part of my thank you to some of the strongest, gentlest, coolest, smartest women that I know, starting with my mother. I often say that I’ve been exceptionally lucky to be born near her. Then my sister arrived in the same lucky boat. Before us, there were our loving and loved grandmothers, and after us… As the graffiti goes: “Sorry mom, no grandchildren”.
And this being Thursday, it’s only proper to dedicate each door to one woman. The second part, which will come next week, is a necessity or it would be just too many photos for one post. There might even be a third.
Today each door may be posted with a specific woman in mind – see the captions, it might be you – but there is one truth that holds for all of you, always: