On this, the last post before my summer break, I'm reflecting on women's freedom. It's amazing how far we've come, what with women competing for some of the highest posts in the land; in many industries, earning close, but not equal to, men's salaries; balancing work and motherhood and social engagements; traversing grounds we never thought the xx could ever go.
So, that said, why is it that every once in a while, I fantasize about wearing a burqa to work?
This piece of clothing that represents, through my Westernized lens, the epitome of women's imprisonment seems the perfect choice on days I want to be comfortable, relaxed, and to hide my body from the world.
I went to an eating disorders/body image lecture a couple of weeks ago and the presenters noted that with each advancement in the women's movement, there has been an consequent increase in eating disorders. They also reported that today, Asian teenagers, at 16, are being gifted eye surgery by their parents so that their eyelids look more like their Caucasian friends'. Is this what we have to show for centuries of cultural and political advancement? How is it that the more we plow ahead, the more we dislike ourselves?
And so, for women in America, as you celebrate Memorial Day, Independence Day, Labor Day, take a moment to wonder: Are you really free?