This Woman’s Work is one of my favourite songs. I like the Kate Bush version but when Maxwell puts his signature neo-soul vocals to the lyrics I’m like, yes this my jam!
I was listening to a lecture about differences in the way men and women think. The speaker used the analogy of spaghetti and waffles – men think in straight lines like a waffle and women think in spirals like spaghetti.
‘Women issues’ occupied every bit of the media this week; from Oprah Winfrey’s impassioned Golden Globe speech, to Carrier Gracie calling out the BBC on their illegal pay practices (not to mention Theresa May’s sham of a scam of a mockery cabinet reshuffle). I spent a good part of the week screaming at news interviews or giving standing ovations to people from all walks of life boldly declaring the end of abuse towards women and girls. But amongst all the inspired tweets and speeches it was clear that progress when it comes to ‘women issues’ has been slow and overstated.
Just let me be normal.
Just let 2018 be a year where I don’t have to prove my womanness by being extraordinary.
One day when I was about eight years old I can home from school and declared to mum that I wasn’t going to be a doctor, nurse or teacher – oohhh no; I was going to be an ordinary person. My eldest sister was obsessed with London’s Burning, so had her sights set on becoming a firewoman. I was pretty sure my brother would be a carpenter. My other sister was fascinated by martial arts, so I figured her and my cousin would form some kind of Caribbean justice league. They’d take down villains by fusing together a few moves from Bruce Lee, with the transforming ability of Optimus Prime and mutant gene of Wolverine.