I own I broke the ovaries. Yes, I can no longer hear them babble. Women, I mean.
For some time now, almost all the women began to feel overcome by deifying a flame, so that everything that is said against them takes on yet another attack on the sacredness del proprio status di “intoccabili”.
Oltre a sentirci divine, noi amiamo anche percepirci come il centro del mondo: un mix letale tra wonder woman, la casalinga, l’amica e la madre perfetta. A noi questo ruolo piace… e ci piace soprattutto perché così abbiamo una buona scusa per rompere i coglioni per le vie del mondo. Sai che caciara!!!
Ecco, credo che sia proprio questa nostra attitudine a lagnarci che ci abbia portato a considerare ogni cosa troppo stretta e, per converso, a desiderare un mondo che non esiste nemmeno nelle favole. Infatti, quando ci proiettiamo in una fiaba – una qualsiasi, ovviamente - prediligiamo sempre il ruolo della piccola fiammiferaia oppure quello della principessa di turno o, anche meglio quello della sfigata che alla fine trionfa, tralasciando distrattamente tutto quel variopinto paesaggio umano costellato di streghe simili a mogli, sorellastre molto simili a colleghe d’ufficio… e ippopotami col tutù del tutto identiche a quelle immagini che riflettono lo stato di avanzamento-cellulite del nostro corpo.
Una delle lagne create ad hoc nel corso dei secoli è quella che riguarda il fatto che non ci venga mai data l’opportunità di dimostrare quanto siamo realmente cretine. L’uomo, dal canto suo, nel suo continuo ostacolarci ha cominciato a vestire il ruolo dell’alibi perfetto. Per fortuna nostra.
Nei giorni scorsi, il ministro Brunetta durante il convegno denominato Women at work, ha detto qualcosa di assolutamente vero, ma che nessuna donna – nemmeno la più autocritica – si sarebbe mai lasciata scappare dalla bocca, e cioè che la femminilizzazione dei lavori e delle professioni che scegliamo è una tomba che ci scaviamo da sole… e come siamo brave a farlo!
Su quel letamaio infiocchettato di rosa dette Pari opportunità si è infatti costruito tutto il nostro modo di vedere il lavoro oggi, ovvero una doverosa pausa remunerata maldestramente lasciata cadere tra i bambini che vanno lasciati a scuola, fare la spesa, andare a fare shopping, andare in palestra, dissipare lo stipendio proprio e del marito, cucinare preziosi manicaretti per la famiglia, lavare le mutande del nostro life partner.
God how long is the life! How exhausting it ... Yes, must be just a hard-baked frittata, but certainly it's easy to turn them over to art ... especially when there is half of the said status.
untouchable status of the image is in fact the collective that makes us look for a victim to the bitter end - we say - purpose-built by the skilled hands of men for the sole purpose of abusing. Shit, I had forgotten that fact, the hairdresser, waxing, gym, shopping, high heels were the most brilliant invention of men. In short, it seems that the woman has never been free to create and be itself. It is always the man who forces us this and we feel it on our skin. Day after day.
We women, you know, memories of a past which we were slaves not to make a cock while our husbands went to war, we began to stomp on the ground to get the "bad" removed. Feminism today is not so much the same places as the actual passing of man. A sort of "super man" - or rather a super woman - who can do anything ... provided that you leave time to do nothing. The important - the crux - for us not to process the claim all claimed. Yes, we want everything. We want work - for example - but at the same time we want to go shopping. We also want to be mothers (our sacred right physiological), but at the same time we would like to work (ie shopping). We want to rule the world, but if it requires too much energy and too much time when we go to the hairdresser, beautician's or shopping? We want to be emancipated, but it pissed off when a man leaves us to pay the restaurant (well, what happened to the men of the past?) Or does not take us shopping with her credit card. We want to be super, but when someone says "Go!" We reply "yeah, but mica is a robot?"
The point is that we are always on the side of right, as a matter of principle ... In relation to this dogma, everything said is a lack of respect for women. These are exactly the words used by Pollastrini, to which I would ask: "but in what condition a woman can be said to be respected?" I think I've got the only answer that came was: a woman is said to be satisfied if the grants to do what the fuck they like, and when he feels like.
Not so, in fact, that a woman will make you notice that "case" has moved away from the workplace to do the shopping. Very serious trouble, dear friends! In short, a woman has the right to shop ... if not children and husband will eat what? Another galactic
bullshit is that of parental leave. The men of this dry matter certainly do not know that from 2000 (Act 53), there are those blessed "Parental leave", which, however - and I repeat "but" - can be obtained by men only if the woman is willing to grant the husband. The point is that the woman does not want: motherhood in fact - that we say, in relation to the advantage of enjoying the baby - it's a privilege that no one wants to quit, but then what the fuck were invented for?
Then there is a question which I would that some readers / ice answer, but because when the equality between the sexes is supported by a woman emancipation and when, instead, is supported by a macho man? Why equal retirement age is seen as "a language old male" (in the words of Bindi ... certainly more of The Russian male)?
To crown the face of protests females Montecitorio (hopefully endangered ... especially if they are equal to Carfagna, but alas, that have both trimmed even matter!) There have been those of Lussier Carolina League, which is supporter of the "mal comune mezzo gaudio” con frasi del tipo : “ prendere un caffè o leggere il giornale sportivo non è un modo di assentarsi dal lavoro?” Certo cara la mia mentecatta, lo è… eccome, esattamente come leggersi Marie Claire e fare gossip al bagno delle ragazze. La stessa poi conclude con: “se pure fosse vero… fare la spesa non è assenteismo ozioso, come quello degli uomini.”
Dopo una battuta del genere a “questa” mi verrebbe voglia di seppellirla viva. Cazzo, come non averci pensato io stessa?! È un’argomentazione che non fa una piega. Da oggi in poi, infatti, consiglio a tutti indistintamente time off work to make the gym, or anything else that does not lead to idleness. In short, the important thing is not to be lazy. Brilliant, is not it?!
After this triumph of women's bullshit, I hope that this outline of Brunetta not cool to do that one neuron "pink schedule Max" to Mara Carfagna century.
All other wonder that women have yet to learn to cook two eggs, stretch a towel and put on makeup as they should, launch a laconic: but go to hell!
Amanda
For some time now, almost all the women began to feel overcome by deifying a flame, so that everything that is said against them takes on yet another attack on the sacredness del proprio status di “intoccabili”.
Oltre a sentirci divine, noi amiamo anche percepirci come il centro del mondo: un mix letale tra wonder woman, la casalinga, l’amica e la madre perfetta. A noi questo ruolo piace… e ci piace soprattutto perché così abbiamo una buona scusa per rompere i coglioni per le vie del mondo. Sai che caciara!!!
Ecco, credo che sia proprio questa nostra attitudine a lagnarci che ci abbia portato a considerare ogni cosa troppo stretta e, per converso, a desiderare un mondo che non esiste nemmeno nelle favole. Infatti, quando ci proiettiamo in una fiaba – una qualsiasi, ovviamente - prediligiamo sempre il ruolo della piccola fiammiferaia oppure quello della principessa di turno o, anche meglio quello della sfigata che alla fine trionfa, tralasciando distrattamente tutto quel variopinto paesaggio umano costellato di streghe simili a mogli, sorellastre molto simili a colleghe d’ufficio… e ippopotami col tutù del tutto identiche a quelle immagini che riflettono lo stato di avanzamento-cellulite del nostro corpo.
Una delle lagne create ad hoc nel corso dei secoli è quella che riguarda il fatto che non ci venga mai data l’opportunità di dimostrare quanto siamo realmente cretine. L’uomo, dal canto suo, nel suo continuo ostacolarci ha cominciato a vestire il ruolo dell’alibi perfetto. Per fortuna nostra.
Nei giorni scorsi, il ministro Brunetta durante il convegno denominato Women at work, ha detto qualcosa di assolutamente vero, ma che nessuna donna – nemmeno la più autocritica – si sarebbe mai lasciata scappare dalla bocca, e cioè che la femminilizzazione dei lavori e delle professioni che scegliamo è una tomba che ci scaviamo da sole… e come siamo brave a farlo!
Su quel letamaio infiocchettato di rosa dette Pari opportunità si è infatti costruito tutto il nostro modo di vedere il lavoro oggi, ovvero una doverosa pausa remunerata maldestramente lasciata cadere tra i bambini che vanno lasciati a scuola, fare la spesa, andare a fare shopping, andare in palestra, dissipare lo stipendio proprio e del marito, cucinare preziosi manicaretti per la famiglia, lavare le mutande del nostro life partner.
God how long is the life! How exhausting it ... Yes, must be just a hard-baked frittata, but certainly it's easy to turn them over to art ... especially when there is half of the said status.
untouchable status of the image is in fact the collective that makes us look for a victim to the bitter end - we say - purpose-built by the skilled hands of men for the sole purpose of abusing. Shit, I had forgotten that fact, the hairdresser, waxing, gym, shopping, high heels were the most brilliant invention of men. In short, it seems that the woman has never been free to create and be itself. It is always the man who forces us this and we feel it on our skin. Day after day.
We women, you know, memories of a past which we were slaves not to make a cock while our husbands went to war, we began to stomp on the ground to get the "bad" removed. Feminism today is not so much the same places as the actual passing of man. A sort of "super man" - or rather a super woman - who can do anything ... provided that you leave time to do nothing. The important - the crux - for us not to process the claim all claimed. Yes, we want everything. We want work - for example - but at the same time we want to go shopping. We also want to be mothers (our sacred right physiological), but at the same time we would like to work (ie shopping). We want to rule the world, but if it requires too much energy and too much time when we go to the hairdresser, beautician's or shopping? We want to be emancipated, but it pissed off when a man leaves us to pay the restaurant (well, what happened to the men of the past?) Or does not take us shopping with her credit card. We want to be super, but when someone says "Go!" We reply "yeah, but mica is a robot?"
The point is that we are always on the side of right, as a matter of principle ... In relation to this dogma, everything said is a lack of respect for women. These are exactly the words used by Pollastrini, to which I would ask: "but in what condition a woman can be said to be respected?" I think I've got the only answer that came was: a woman is said to be satisfied if the grants to do what the fuck they like, and when he feels like.
Not so, in fact, that a woman will make you notice that "case" has moved away from the workplace to do the shopping. Very serious trouble, dear friends! In short, a woman has the right to shop ... if not children and husband will eat what? Another galactic
bullshit is that of parental leave. The men of this dry matter certainly do not know that from 2000 (Act 53), there are those blessed "Parental leave", which, however - and I repeat "but" - can be obtained by men only if the woman is willing to grant the husband. The point is that the woman does not want: motherhood in fact - that we say, in relation to the advantage of enjoying the baby - it's a privilege that no one wants to quit, but then what the fuck were invented for?
Then there is a question which I would that some readers / ice answer, but because when the equality between the sexes is supported by a woman emancipation and when, instead, is supported by a macho man? Why equal retirement age is seen as "a language old male" (in the words of Bindi ... certainly more of The Russian male)?
To crown the face of protests females Montecitorio (hopefully endangered ... especially if they are equal to Carfagna, but alas, that have both trimmed even matter!) There have been those of Lussier Carolina League, which is supporter of the "mal comune mezzo gaudio” con frasi del tipo : “ prendere un caffè o leggere il giornale sportivo non è un modo di assentarsi dal lavoro?” Certo cara la mia mentecatta, lo è… eccome, esattamente come leggersi Marie Claire e fare gossip al bagno delle ragazze. La stessa poi conclude con: “se pure fosse vero… fare la spesa non è assenteismo ozioso, come quello degli uomini.”
Dopo una battuta del genere a “questa” mi verrebbe voglia di seppellirla viva. Cazzo, come non averci pensato io stessa?! È un’argomentazione che non fa una piega. Da oggi in poi, infatti, consiglio a tutti indistintamente time off work to make the gym, or anything else that does not lead to idleness. In short, the important thing is not to be lazy. Brilliant, is not it?!
After this triumph of women's bullshit, I hope that this outline of Brunetta not cool to do that one neuron "pink schedule Max" to Mara Carfagna century.
All other wonder that women have yet to learn to cook two eggs, stretch a towel and put on makeup as they should, launch a laconic: but go to hell!
Amanda
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