What happened on the 8th? Women

I thought I had posted something, but apparently it doesn’t exist.  I know I typed here then, but there is no post.  I don’t remember everything I typed that day, so I’m not going to try to recreate it.  However, I’m going to bring up one topic from it:  International Women’s Day.  That was March 8th, exactly a week ago.  What I really want to talk about, though, is the UN Commission on the Status of Women 57.  Three years ago, I was part of an organization’s delegation to the CSW 54.  Before I collapsed in the streets of New York and was forced to stay at the convent the rest of the week (which was still pretty awesome), I was having a great time.  It wasn’t that it was particularly entertaining or anything, but it was amazing to be there with people from around the world connected for the purpose of talking about women’s issues.  It was so interesting to learn about international gender and sex issues, and be able to participate in concurrent events and talks about these topics that so often are forgotten or ignored.  The delegation I was with is particularly interested in education and the rights of the girl child, so I went to a few presentations about education internationally.  I got so many resources that I still haven’t completely sorted through.  It was truly amazing.  I also attended a Planned Parenthood gathering with a Catholic nun from my group.  Though we have very differing views on the issues discussed, it was nice to be able to discuss them in a civil manner and with authorities on the matters.  They also had really good food.

I hope to travel to another CSW in the future, with this same organization (I’m friends with some of the leaders on Facebook, so I can make it happen, hopefully).  The only problem is that the CSW occurs for two weeks in March, a time when I generally have school.  When I went, the program was coordinated through the school, so missing a week of classes–though I had a lot of work to make up–was excusable.  Now that I’m at a different school, I think that would be much more troublesome.  Once I graduate, I will hopefully get a teaching job soon after, which would, of course, most likely have me teaching in March.  It is too late for me to go this year, and next year I will likely be student teaching.  However, I really want to go again, this time for at least a whole week without falling over and needing to be helped up by the police.  (Good thing I collapsed next to them so they could keep me from being trampled or lost by my group.)

The focus of CSW 57 is ending violence against women.  This is a huge issue globally, manifested in many ways.  In a city near me, there have recently been a lot of news stories about domestic violence (one of the manifestations of violence against women).  There was a shooting in which uninvolved people died, along with the husband (the shooter) and wife (the intended victim).  The thing that struck me about this case in particular was that, according to the press coverage, the police had been involved with this couple on many occasions, and saw clear warning signs and even acts of violence.  The police officers, multiple times, pretty much ignored the issue.  The man should probably have been in prison, or at least treatment, at the time of the final incident.

These things happen across the world every day.  A lot of people, especially in the US, think that the feminist movement is over, that women are treated equally and have equal opportunity.  This simply is not the case.  Sure, there are female CEOs and even presidents of some countries, but too many women are hurt every day simply because they are women.  They are raped, murdered, mutilated, kidnapped and sold.  They are not allowed to go to school or get jobs.  They cannot feed the children they had no choice not to create.  Maybe the world is better for women and girls than it was 100 years ago, but the effort should not end now.  The state of the world’s females is sad.  Even sadder is the complacency of so many that allows it to happen.

Some people think there’s not really much that can be done to change these huge problems.  Again, that’s not true.  Every step anyone takes against an issue like violence against women impacts someone.  Maybe the entire world will never be safe, but each relationship we build with others can be a safe place.  We can support women’s shelters in our neighborhoods.  We can spread the word  about what we care about and can take action to get world leaders (and local leaders) to change what happens.  Perhaps things like rape can’t be prevented (though I think some cases might be), but they can be treated differently.  Victims can be supported, not blamed or even killed.  Perpetrators can be punished and prevented from harming others.  In some cases, they can be treated.  Other cases, like those involving war, may take more time and a larger task force to solve, but empowering women is an important step in stopping violence against them.

I encourage you to check out the many resources available concerning these matters, and pick one you care about to act on.  As I sort through my resources, I’ll periodically post links for you.  To start, visit the UN CSW website.  There, you can read about what’s going on and even watch webcasts of events.  Even if you’re not really interested in women’s issues, there are other problems in the world that you can learn about and help remedy.

An Assignment

Hello friends and random internet people!  I have an assignment that I need your help with.  Really, I don’t need your help; I need the help of the blogging format.  It seems to make these sorts of things easier for me.  (Your ideas are also appreciated.)

The assignment is for a diversity in education class.  I am supposed to make a video that tells a compelling story (not a scrapbook) of my life, or part of it, and relates to course concepts.  The problem is that I don’t think my life is very interesting.  Sure, I’ve been blogging about it for years, sometimes quite frequently, but those posts aren’t interesting.  I honestly do not know why people read them.  They’re not about anything.  They’re not a story.  They’re just…there.

So what I’m going to try to do is just write up some thoughts or segments of thoughts and try to blend them together into a narrative of some sort, hopefully.

Share a compelling story about yourself, she says, as if everyone has a compelling story to share.  No problem, I think, except for one tiny detail:  I am not interesting.  My life is simply not a book someone would stay awake late to finish.  It’s just not.

But everyone is interesting in their own unique way, they say.  Maybe.  Except for me.  I have good reason to be uninteresting:  I have spent much of my life doing nothing.  I literally sit and stare at walls or sleep for days.  This does not make for a very interesting life.  I’m sorry, but it’s true.

Perhaps the reasons behind my lack of activity are more interesting, but they are not me.  I am chronically, majorly, hopelessly depressed.  I am almost constantly filled with anxiety.  I take inordinate amounts of time to count, balance, and repeat things.  It is ridiculous, and probably interesting to the right sorts of people, but their interest is not in me.  Their interest may be in something that often dictates my life, but it is not my life.  It is not what makes me a compelling person.  At least, it would not be what makes me compelling if my life were actually interesting.

So what kind of story does a person as uninteresting as me have to share?  To be honest, I don’t really know.  I could tell you a grand tale of misery and solitude, perhaps even of modest triumphs here and there, but that’s not my style.  I honestly feel that nothing in my life is worthy of a three-minute video.  I don’t even know if there’s enough in my life to make a three-minute video, other than some piece of conceptual art featuring a girl staring at a wall in silence for three minutes.  Maybe that would be interesting to the right sorts of people, but the right sorts of people would never see it because it would never be featured in the Guggenheim.  And the sorts of people who would spend two seconds watching it would be the sorts of people who get bored and don’t “get” it.  They would probably complain about it being pointless and uninteresting.  And they would probably be right.

Instead of showing you a silent film of the oh-so-exciting wall-staring pastime that is sweeping the nation, I will attempt to tell you a story.  It is the story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world and while she looked so sad in photographs….that’s been done before, hasn’t it?

Someone has just come up and wants to study for our drawing midterm because I was smart enough to bring the book with me.  I guess I will do that, since studying is generally a good idea, and I’ll work on this more later.