International Women’s Day and I’m just Depressed

I've just had to stop myself from commenting on a FB friend's status which asks when it's 'men's day'. He is genuinely pissed off. I'm taken aback tbh. Sometimes it's people you don't expect it from.

I was extra-pissed off today because my son's school was shut due to a women's day strike (with no notice) so I ended up having to do even more work/home/kids juggling than usual!

I've just left a group - Women in the Arts Scotland - because someone posted a 'Happy Vagina Day' pic and the majority of replies were just all so depressing. Cis this and cis fucking that, cis normative, not all women, and a few brave souls sticking their heads above the parapet only to get the usual handmaiden shit thrown at them. I'm choosing my battles - and a page where, every single day, a member posts awful 'poetry' about being a 'girl' (i.e. 50 something bloke in a wig) is starting to affect me. The fawning, the fact that no one SAYS anything is just the straw that's breaking me.

Same every year.

It's international women's day everyone!

'what about men's day?'

'including transwomen, don't forget, they are women too'

Yeah, I didn't feel like celebrating this year.

I feel like this. Just read an article on the Pool which was quite good but but with emphasis on ‘intersectional’ feminism.

I’m just so fucking sick of it. Women expected to carry the weight of the fucking dispossessed at all times - as it has always been. It is just another dilution.

Me too.

I've found I am dreading knowing about anything for women. Because almost always there's some caveat about identification and inclusivity. And my piss gets boiled and my heart hurts.

from a fellow fifty-something single mum, frabjous. Don't let the bastards grind you down. I take comfort from the fact that although I probably won't ever get laid again, at least I don't have to put up with one of the shitty bastards who grace the pages of the relationships section. The odds on finding a good 'un even back in one's twenties or thirties were only ever about evens.

We had a good session at work celebrating women doing awesome stuff (and they were XX-type women), so at least some places are still sane (my workplace would probably just go "but, but, but... SCIENCE!")

I'm despairing. Really. I feel nothing to celebrate at all in my own life. Unequal perceptions of women's roles have led to me having to bring up 2 kids on my own, which in turn has left me at 52 poor, without my own property, having worked like crazy for all those years while my DCs were young.
Now I am post menopausal and on the scrapheap in relationships terms - just look at the dating threads on here.
I don't see the point in struggling on any longer.

And to top it all off men are taking our identity for their own and making a mockery of it.

I won't be celebrating because it won't be celebration of 'real' women anymore.

Me too. I wanted to go to the march to see if I could meet some real life gender critical activists but I chickened out. Don't want to lose my job or risk my daughter's safety. Hopefully next year we will be able to go out and proud!

Yeah I feel the same. Today I got a right royal Orwellian bollocking from a group of lib fem acquaintances for not joining in with the ceremonial bashing of a friend of theirs who’d left labour in protest

I’m honestly surprised I wasn’t ducked in a river and then burnt at the stake

Ruth Serwotka's latest article published on
morningstaronline
morningstaronline.co.uk/article/why-do-we-need-new-women%E2%80%99s-movement

Yep. On the plus side, feminism is becoming more invigorated than it has been for decades, and women are coming together from across the political spectrum.

I'm about to turn 50 and I've never felt so depressed and angry about the position of women and our rights as I do now.

So that means it's time to fight!