Today is International Women’s Day. The 100th anniversary of International Women’s Day no less.
More importantly, as New Boyfriend helpfully pointed out this morning, whilst encouraging me to enjoy my day ‘being independent and thinking about voting and what-not’, it is also British Pie Week. Excellent. I can kill two birds with one stone and celebrate my release from the constraints of the kitchen by making a nice pie.
I do actually feel like I have done my bit for IWD this year, not least with my campaign for equal rights to orgasms. You may remember a couple of weeks ago I had a bit of a rant about my local arts centre’s plans for the day – a celebration of the social, economic and political achievements of women in the form of knitting, foot reading and a spot of afternoon yoga. All very lovely in its place, but it hardly felt inspirational – “that’s right ladies, reach for the sky! You can do it! Fantastic… That’s right, now bend down and touch your toes…” Hmmm…
Well anyway, following my less than enthusiastic response to the proposed programme, the organisers called my bluff. “Thank you so much for your interest,” they said, “we do actually have a slot free in the morning for someone to lead a discussion, and it would be great if you could talk about women’s respresentation in the media.”
Well, I could hardly complain and then not be prepared to put my money where my mouth was could I?
So on Saturday morning I found myself rocking up to Bridgwater Arts Centre, my arms full of the papers and copies of Nuts magazine, and my mind empty of any plan other than the vague idea that it would be nice to have a sit down and a chat over the papers, and that perhaps I might even be given a cup of tea.
There are apparently a grand total of ten women in Bridgwater, workshop leaders and arts centre staff not included, who care about gender issues, which was actually about eight more than I had imagined, so really a very positive start to the day. Four of them even opted to come to my discussion, rather than spend the morning discovering their singing voices or experiencing the delights of a massage chair, so I wasn’t left sat on my own. Hoorah! I found it all very interesting – we talked, there wasn’t too much yawning and looking surreptitiously at watches, so I considered it a job well done.
Meanwhile, in celebration of IWD, a friend emailed me this morning with a ‘Good Wife’s Guide’ from a 1955 edition of Housekeeping Monthly. How thoughtful of him. Top tips for preparing to welcome hubby home from a hard day at the office include:
- Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
- Gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper etc and then run a dustcloth over the tables.
- Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. After all, catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
- Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
- Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but let him talk first. Remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
- Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
- Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment. Remember he is the master of the house. You have no right to question him.
So what are you waiting for ladies? It’s International Women’s Day – crack open the dustcloths and get involved…