Scrap Women's Day

Or At Least Make It Matter!

Year in and year out, we’ve set aside March as the month of women. A movement with so much power, vigour, and purpose has been watered down to just vibes and noise.

What I find most interesting about us as women is our ability to make do, adjust, endure, and absorb. But thinking about it, what alternative do we really have? The constant fight is exhausting. So once again we find comfort in the facade of what’s real instead of identifying what actually is.

International Women’s Day originally started as a political and labor movement. A socialist movement demanding workers’ rights, voting rights, and equality for women. If I am being honest, there has been massive improvement in how the affairs of women have been handled since the 1900s. We now have a voice, somewhat. We can vote. We can leave toxic situations because of this empowerment.

But a lot still needs to be done.

We didn’t get here because the women of those days fell for the hype. They gave their bodies, souls, and sweat, literally. They crawled on thorns so that we can strut in heels. To keep the momentum, we need to make Women’s Month count.

Your company posted “Happy Women’s Month,” but what have they actually done to support the betterment of women’s lives? Are they paying John more and Cynthia less simply because of the difference in their genitals, even though Cynthia is just as qualified, or sometimes even more qualified?

I have this conversation with some of my friends. You know that thing toxic people do when they lose control over you? They start controlling the narrative about you, spreading rumours and recruiting people to dislike you. Suddenly everyone thinks you’re a bad person and you don’t even know how to defend yourself. Every attempt to defend yourself only makes you seem “crazy,” which makes the whole situation worse.

That’s what happened.

Because tell me why a vagina can push out a whole child and bounce back close to normal, yet when people refer to weakness they say pu**y, but bravery is associated with balls. Balls? To know a man is to know how fragile their balls actually are.

This is not to create division between men and women. To know me is to know that tall, dark, fine men make me weak in the knees. I am surrounded by good men. I have been loved. I am being loved by a good man. But that should not make anyone oblivious to the fact that women around the world deserve to be treated better.

I once read in a book titled The Seat of the Soul by Gary Zukav that in Ancient Egypt women were revered and respected. The feminine connection to divinity was held in high regard. But the male ego could not handle all that praise and the rest is history.

So when I see angry women or “angry feminists,” I understand that many are carrying collective woman pain. We all have it, only that it shows up stronger in some than in others.

Personally, I don’t think I have it in me to be as angry as some women, mostly because our experiences in life are different. But I can understand and empathize. That said, anger rooted in vileness and bitterness will not help. It only creates more chaos and adds to the noise.

I don’t want Women’s Day to be scrapped. I want it to matter. I want it to carry weight and meaning. I want it to mean more than posts and reposts on the internet.

I want it to be a month women truly look forward to. A month where salaries are reviewed. A month where governments pass policies that improve women’s lives.

Let’s treat women with the kindness they deserve. I believe the world returns to balance when that happens. So much of the madness and conflict around the world today feels like a symptom of power being in the wrong hands. People driven by ego more than humanity. People disconnected from intuition and reality. People who derive pleasure from ruin and destruction.

I hope every woman who reads this remembers how powerful she is. How precious she is. Do not let the noise drown your power. Find your source. Connect and align.

If you’re wondering how to support a fellow woman, make yourself a safe space. Offer empathy before advice. A hug before judgment. A listening ear instead of recording what was shared with you in confidence. Gas a woman up. Tell her she smells nice. Smile at a random woman. Most importantly, extend that love to yourself too.

I saw I post I loved.

“No Saints, No Sluts, Just Women.”

Happy International Women’s Day, Queens. You matter in this lifetime and every other.

Silver or gold I have none to give you. But if you are a woman in business, or a woman planning to start her own thing, you should read a book called Rework by Jason Fried and David Heinemeier Hansson. It is a quick business book. No fluff. Insightful and straight to the point.

I don’t write to you as often because I never want to use AI to write. I want to write when I truly have something to say, when it genuinely matters. So I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I will return when it matters.

Mory Pounds Sterling

Signing out.