Buone feste a tutti! Today in Florence marks the celebration of International Women’s Day, or as I like to call it, Ladies Day (my roommate insists that calling it “ladies day” makes it sound like a 2-for-1 drink special at a cheesy bar). I like this tradition of celebrating women–it means that I get to enjoy my two favorite types of mimoas:
While I munch on chocolate covered hazelnuts, I can’t help muse on what it means to be a woman in this day and age. Some people say that us women still haven’t reached the mark as far as job equality and sexism are concerned, while others tend to say that we’ve leaned too far in the opposite direction, what with our overt sexuality displays (Miley Cyrus, anyone?) and penchant for raunchy talk and behavior. My personal feelings are that women today put up with a lot of shit, and so we deserve at least 1 day where everyone is bowing down to the great vagina that brought you into this world and also picks up your dirty socks, makes your dinner, tucks your kids into bed, and works a full-time job, along with the other plethora of crap she’s got to deal with out in the real world. Ladies, if you’re reading this, congratulations on making it another day without either passing out from exhaustion or getting molested in a random bar (unless you like that sort of thing, in which case go out with that short skirt, girl, and get that booty touched!). Happy Women’s Day, everyone. From my vagina to yours.
The Florence Diaries 