I have wracked my mind to find what it is I would like to share about Women’s Day. Surely, I have something to say. Everyone had something to say: We celebrate women, we demand equality and abhor the crimes committed against womenkind. Yet, there I was on the sidelines still twiddling my thumbs and looking lost. Some said ‘Happy Something’. The day passed, and I must say critics would call the tripe I had written ‘pedantic and whiny’, and what is more, I would have to agree with them wholeheartedly and shake their hands for the right choice of words.
I mostly like being female.
Except when I am told not to laugh too much because I am a girl #Direnkahkaha anyone?
Or when I am told not to apologize. I am sorry, did I step on your toes? Tough Luck Buddy! Hee Her Haw Haw….
NY Times: When an apology is anything but
Or being told to be a man to be a woman. Huh?!
Medium: Leveling both sides of….
I mostly like being female. I say mostly because there are times when I feel being a dandelion would be better. You know a gust of wind would take care of reproduction, and one does not have to worry so much about being a female dandelion or a male dandelion, and policy makers do not have to concern themselves about dandelion population. We don’t yet know how to interpret dandelion communication, but when I see a circle of dandelions, I see a beautifully androgynous group reveling in each other’s company – till a deer comes along and chomps them down of course. (We recently read this sunny little children’s book.)
So, what is with reproduction? Human beings are obsessed with reproduction though it is established beyond doubt that the human race is in no jeopardy. We are always in danger of nuking ourselves of course, but that is idiocy not procreation – quite different.
I remember clearly one hot summer afternoon several years ago. I had just had the son, and his doting older sister was casting adoring glances at her infant brother. She told me that her first grade classroom had sang congratulations for her that day when she told them she had a baby brother. ‘Though, it is a lot of work Amma.’ she said looking solicitous. I was touched by her observation and told her about imagining a lifetime of hot summers with a new baby every other year. She whooped and said golly and giggled like elementary school children do, and I went on to tell her about my stellar grandmother who had nine children, all bawling, healthy and hungry.
Why didn’t she stop with two or even three? Nine seems like so much. she said in a matter-of-fact tone, and I told her in terms as best as I could about how the concept of planning one’s family size itself was a luxury only afforded to the past two or three generations. How many children to have and when to have them was not things women controlled then, I said.
I am saddened indeed that on International Women’s Day (about a century after this day was officially set up), this news item pops up.
Planned Parenthood rejects Trump proposal to stop abortion services – CNNPolitics.com
What will it take for reproductive choices for Women to become a civil liberty?
Back to the Dandelion theory, wouldn’t it be nice to just have have a storm knock the wind out of us, scatter and reproduce thus – all of us men and women. I’d like to see whether men will control the wind intensity and direction of the wind then.
I can barely state things better than Melinda Gates though:
Towards becoming Dandelions then!
4 thoughts on “How To Become Dandelions?”
Love the wistful tone of this piece. It would be so much more fun being dandelions.
Thanks Laksh 🙂 I do like the idea of a gender indifferent society.
Beautiful piece. I didnt even wish anyone Happy Women’s Day this year.
Dum inter homines sumus, colamus humanitatem
As long as we are human, let us be humane