Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.
Last week I dove into the word Forever.
Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
As in, Gloria Steinem.
This week I had the honor of sharing the same space with Gloria Steinem.
Okay, so I didn’t have a CONVERSATION with Gloria Steinem, or MEET Gloria Steinem, or even STAND in the same building as Ms. Gloria Steinem. But, I did share a small bit of space with her, just a few pixels away from each other on my computer screen.
Smith College, my alma mater, featured The Promise 365 in the Notes From Paradise e-newsletter this week — and Gloria also happened to be featured in the same issue. For a Smithie like me, this may be the best it gets.
Ironically, I had JUST watched the HBO documentary, Gloria: In Her Own Words, a few days before. For the first time I actually felt as if I got a glimpse into this woman’s real life, this icon of the feminist movement, this icon of my college heritage.
And, it turns out this icon is a real woman, with real struggles and a real life. While she found herself leading a movement, she also survived cancer. She lost her husband after only three years of marriage. All this, and, she tap dances too.
After watching the HBO special I thought much about what it must have been like to grow up in Gloria’s time. Even though I majored in women’s studies, to be completely honest, I never really got it on the level that I GOT IT by watching this documentary.
I was too young to witness the full effect of Gloria, et. al. While there was marching, burning bras, starting a movement and a magazine — I had yet to arrive, be thought of, born.
When I did arrive on the scene, I grew up in a world where girls were expected to grow up and go to college, do everything, have it all, and turn into women with super powers.
Not that I didn’t suffer blatant inequality in the process.
I did. Mostly on the field as a teenager. I saw the empty stands at my basketball games, the lack of fans, cheerleaders, uniforms, funding. But at least I had the chance to play.
And, not that I haven’t suffered inequality in the working world.
I have. But, at least I had the chance to enter the workforce skilled and studied.
And, it’s not like I’m unaware of the work there still is to do in our world, on all levels, with all people, beings, situations, so that everyone has the chance to live out their dreams.
But, right now, in this little moment of my life, I am thinking of all the women who came before me, and what they did, embraced, lived, loved. It’s a beautiful gift that we have received in the name of sisterhood.
Whether it’s feminist or suffragist or equalizer or supermom, or anything else. All I really care about is saying thank you.
Because I’m f*ing grateful for all of it.
And, that includes you Gloria.