Off of that soap box and on to another.
I am so grateful for being born in America. I'm grateful that I am a woman living in America. And I hope that you are, too (man or woman), and here is why. I am currently in a women's culture course for my English capstone and I am loving what insights I've gained. I have known about the troubles in other countries or cultures, but I haven't read much from a personal point of view. Right now we are reading Reading Lolita In Tehran, which is about a woman professor who taught at the University there in Tehran. She relates her life during the Revolution from her perspective as a woman, professor, and lover of literature. It is written looking back on the times that she spent with a group of women she hand selected from her past courses to participate in a sort of book club where they read and discuss literature that has been banned from their country. Like Lolita and The Great Gatsby. It makes me furious and heartbroken at the same time to realize what these women have to go through. Head coverings used to be worn by choice and religious fervor. Now they have to wear them because hair is too sensual. They can't wear pink socks because it is too sensual. Nail polish. Make-up. Women are beaten, jailed, and killed for participating in these so-called "sexual" practices.
That's not the worst of it. I am grateful for being a woman in America because I am (almost!) a college-educated woman who wasn't married off when she was 15. Women were kicked out of professional positions and political offices during this tumultuous time and behind locked doors just because they were women.
I'm so grateful for the men and women who put their lives on the line so that I can have these freedoms and live comfortably in a country that promotes these freedoms. We owe our lives to them, but they don't want anything in return but knowing that their work is appreciated.
Thank you! God bless you!
Happy Independence Day!
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