Once upon a time, not so long ago, women used to cherish the idea of bringing up children, raising a family, and providing a safe and loving environment for their loved ones. Then the Cultural Marxists, who hated the idea of women bringing up children, raising a family, and providing a safe and loving environment for their loved ones, embarked upon a campaign to turn those women into men-hating tax slaves who would dump their children in day orphanages and put material gain above all things.

They were hugely successful, but in order to keep their family-destroying, state-fattening scheme going, they were always on the lookout for new ways of keeping women in perpetual envy and bitterness of soul, always thinking of ways to make women think that they were on the verge of attaining something called equality, but never quite getting there because of the patriarchy.

One thing they hit upon was something called International Women’s Day, a day that had it’s origins in the German socialist movement of the early 20th century, but which was enshrined as a day in its own right — March 8th — owing to it being the date of the beginning of that most wonderful, liberating moment for women, the Russian Revolution. As Leon Trotsky wrote:

“23 February (8th March in the Western calendar) was International Woman’s Day and meetings and actions were foreseen. But we did not imagine that this ‘Women’s Day’ would inaugurate the revolution. Revolutionary actions were foreseen but without date. But in morning, despite the orders to the contrary, textile workers left their work in several factories and sent delegates to ask for support of the strike… which led to mass strike… all went out into the streets.”

The communist Eastern European countries celebrated the day with zeal, with women everywhere being treated by their husbands to a single carnation wrapped in a piece of cellophane, and sometimes even a pair of tights. Not exactly this:

“Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her… In the same way husbands should love their wives as their own bodies.” (Ephesians 5:25,28)…

…but the communist equivalent. I suspect that many of the women who received their little flower in cellophane knew what a con it was, in a way that most of the women who celebrate the day in the modern age don’t.

This year they’ve added something else: #ADayWithoutAWoman. #ADayWithoutAnotherPatronisingGimmick would be nice, but no, women everywhere are being invited to strike to show those patriarchs just how valuable they are. Whatever else it is, it does inadvertently lead to some fair irony. This from CNN:

“Organizers say it was intended in the same spirit of ‘love and liberation’ that inspired women’s marches worldwide. But many are complaining that ‘A Day Without a Woman’ will leave many women in a bind… Several school districts across the country are closing to allow staff and teachers the chance to participate. While some people in those communities applauded district leadership for the show of solidarity, others criticized them for leaving working families scrambling to find childcare.”

So let’s see if I have this straight:

Women who work are giving up work for the day to make men who work realise just how much they’ll miss them if they’re not at work. Some of those women work in places where they look after the children of other women who are also at work. But because they are not at work that day, those other women, who are working elsewhere, are now in a fix because they don’t have anyone to look after their children while they are at work, because the women who normally do this are not working in order to show how much they are worth at work.

It’s all too confusing. The carnation and the cellophane were much simpler. Or we could maybe try the old idea of women bringing up children, raising families, and providing a safe and loving environment for their loved ones again?

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