(sorry gents, I'm not being forgetful, I'm waving you, too; but forgive me today - today is Ladies day; in case you know any lady - I suggest you give her a rose)
Today is a big day.
A day that went into history with a feminine bang.
One hundred years ago..
German poster for International Women's Day, March 8th, 1914; English translation: “Give Us Women’s Suffrage. Women’s Day, March 8, 1914. Until now, prejudice and reactionary attitudes have denied full civic rights to women, who as workers, mothers, and citizens wholly fulfill their duty, who must pay their taxes to the state as well as the municipality. Fighting for this natural human right must be the firm, unwavering intention of every woman, every female worker. In this, no pause for rest, no respite is allowed. Come all, you women and girls, to the 9th public women’s assembly on Sunday, March 8, 1914, at 3pm.”
Today, on this day, let us remember a grand lady: Clara Zetkin.
Zetkin was very interested in women's politics, including the fight for equal opportunities and women's suffrage. She developed the social-democratic women's movement in Germany; from 1891 to 1917 she edited the SPD women's newspaper Die Gleichheit (Equality). In 1907 she became the leader of the newly founded "Women's Office" at the SPD.
She started up the first "International Women's Day" on 8 March 1910, launching the idea of it in Copenhagen, in what later became the Ungdomshuset.
Now, over a century later, we have grown stronger, more competent and more aware of what we are capable of accomplishing.. I like to think it's thank to ladies like Clara.
I have promised you something on Valentine's day.. another little booklet.
It's right HERE.
The booklet has 65 pages, and it is divided in the following chapters:
- V for Victory
- Paris under fire
- The American challenge
- British designers at war
- Zoot-suiters, Spivs and Zazous
- Men at war and peace
- The new look
And, just to tickle your imagination, here are a few pages:
To end this celebration..
She walks in beauty, by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Have a wonderful day!