International Women’s Day

Why can’t International Women’s Day be each and every day of the year… as in FOREVER?

It’s so easy for me to ask this because I grew up during the birth of the Women’s Liberation Movement. Yet, my evolution even predates that by approximately half a decade…

To elaborate, I’ve paraphrased passages from my 10/04/2018 blog inclusive of Wikipedia statistics…

I was 9-years-young when I first witnessed the courageous, progressive, 17-year-young Lesley Gore march up to the front-lines of a male dominated world to boldly proclaim, “You Don’t Own Me!” Those were composers John Madara and David White’s title lyrics, and her powerful cover charted up to No. 2, where it remained for three weeks (behind the Beatles’ I Want To Hold Your Hand). Quite the feat to nearly topple the Fab 4, huh?

Yet, far more impressive than these numbers were Lesley’s Lessons. She had arrived at an opportune moment to instruct a boy, who’d soon be heading into adulthood, that no woman ever wants to be owned and objectified. A real man always respects a woman’s feelings.

Clearly, it takes far more than a two and one half minute song to transform a boy into a sensitive man… one who wholeheartedly believes in gender equality… BUT… the walk through one’s lifetime does begin with the first step.

Early this p.m., I became equally impressed by the similarly empowered, Teresa Marrero’s cover of You Don’t Own Me, yet, that there’d still be a need to reprise Ms. Gore… in the 21st Century, no less… does demonstrate that not enough males of my generation… of subsequent generations… have learned Leslie’s Lessons / Teresa’s Teachings.

That duly noted… Ms. Marrero will now have the last word…