do not like parties at will.
but on Valentine's Day because I definitely softened {-beyond-consumerism there is nothing wrong to indulge in a bit 'of those pampering that the rush and routine make us overlook}, International Women's Day I go always the wrong way.
sorry but after reading this , this and this: how can I believe that truly serves to celebrate the March 8 to something? I think more than a party needed time to serious reflection. for all.
"men and women are equal," said a chorus of a few years ago.
permettetemelo, is a large, solemn tight.
take a man take a woman. There are thousands of things that make them very different. in anatomy, physiology and genetics, of course. but also psychological, temperamental, behavioral, language ... the
differences are a matter of fact, a wealth to defend and to be treasured.
is not the equality that we claim, but equal: the same access to rights, despite their differences. rather than in full respect for differences. have respect for differences in means making sure that they do not constitute a reason for discrimination.
may seem paradoxical, but to ensure equality of differences need to be done. differences are still too often considered as such concessions and "bestowed sparingly."
me angry who think the logic of 'you wanted the bike? hour rides, "yet {} are also extending to these hands in bunches of mimosa.
leave me a deep sadness that women are not well enough to want to rebel against the logic tits-ass-and-nothing-the brain and perhaps think of emancipation and to celebrate with a striptease.
mimosas accept that there are doors as a sign of respect and esteem, if a vacuum rifiutiamole outward sign, a sugary to keep us good.
good life women today. tomorrow. always!
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