I have boobs, therefore I am burdened.
Xander ,'Beneath You'
The Minearverse 6: Fiery Thread of Death
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After a mastectomy, do I no longer bear the Burden of Womanhood?These are the questions that now burden me.
If I need a mastectomy later in life, after I've already had the hysterectomy, then am I completely free of the Burden?
I think the Burden is not as facile as boobs or wombs. The Burden is the matching X chromosome.
So we're like Mutants then.
I'm pretty sure about my humanity, but there are plenty of people in the world I wouldn't trust on the subject.
I think the burden is simply difference, and the struggle is to define oneself and that difference in a way that is empowering. But where that difference shows up? Isn't necessarily the same for different people, so perhaps for one woman it's her boobs, for another being a mother, for another it's not being one, etc.
enh. Rereading this, it feels a bit oversimplified and vapid, but maybe you get my meaning.
I'm pretty sure about my humanity, but there are plenty of people in the world I wouldn't trust on the subject.
Yeah, I thought about it more and you're right. In many ways we're lucky that we can assume that for the most part our humanity is recognized.
In many ways we're lucky that we can assume that for the most part our humanity is recognized.
Maybe compared to women elsewhere, but I do question whether my humanity is recognized when a)someone can decide they don't want to do their fucking job and give me my prescribed medicine. b) men seem feel they are entitled to my body because they don't drive a motorcycle and manage to be polite or c) it seems perfectly rational to outlaw a method for me to keep my body healthy.
Things like that kinda make me feel like my humanity is in question.
So we're like Mutants then.
To me, my Wo-Men!
I refuse to wear yellow spandex. IJS.
I think I get what you're saying, DJ. The idea that influential decision makers have rated your reproductive system second-grade.