Serene day today. Mother's Day and Woman's Day all over the world. Girls, teenagers, mothers and grandmothers all together celebrating each other. A pleasure for a feminist like myself. Except for when I have to deal with my folks. Both of them. Yes, my mom included.
I walked in the house today after some gift-shopping and went to ask my dad:
"Hey, why did you get mom a present and me none?" I asked, more as a joke than as the real deal. What he answered was awful for my ears. "You haven't reached that stage in your life yet", he responded.
I thought it was funny as he had said to me a couple of days ago how I was almost 20 and had new responsabilities and now he was saying me that I wasn't old enough to be considered a woman. I was, let's say ok, with it, though I felt a little bit bad. So I went to tell my mother the story and how funny I would find it and guess what: she believed it was the truth. She told me that I wasn't a woman yet. Though I tend to agree, I asked her why: "Because you're not married."
And that was, to say the least, extremely sad. My own mother was the living proof of how under-evolved we really are. Is the female part of the species mature enough only when tied to a male? Bloody hell, that ain't true!
The more I grow, the more I want to be the opposite of my parents. I guess they are, in one twisted way, an example for me.
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