few weeks ago I had the chance to see Persepolis.
Marjane Satrapi's biography seemed very wise even as they had already spent a week of International Women's Day. Funny how
within the framework of the celebrations, with lectures, film festivals, conferences and other events and much publicity, it gives what I consider the opposite effect to the intention of celebrating women. I would give it a name but I call for the moment: "The effect of the appellant and the same birthday gift."
celebrásemos If for some reason our birthday every day and we received the same gift, the meaning of the celebration would be lost completely. No longer be special.
In my very personal opinion, I believe that doing so emphasized the great features available to women and to dedicate certain days to admit, while do the opposite, we take that magic the rest of the year. Same goes with the Mother's Day, Independence Day, Easter, Valentine's Day, etc..
feel like devoting a day, or a few days, we simply make that recognition all other days. It sounds ridiculous, but we should get used to recognize day and not wait until it is "mere" day.
I liked the way it is narrated Persepolis. There seems to be the portrait of "a" martyr for womanhood, but try some taboos similar to those of our culture as is the perception of the divorced woman.
Luckily I met extraordinary women and I should note that beyond feminine grace, my appreciation of them is on their qualities as human beings.
I'm not against providing consideration, but to differentiate themselves while denying them equality.
