“We went to Kineshma, that’s in Ivanovo region, to visit his parents. I went as a heroine and I never expected someone to welcome me, a front-line girl, like that. We’ve gone through so much, we’ve saved lives, lifes of mothers, wives. And then… I heard accusations, I was bad-mouthed. Before that I’ve only ever been “dear sister”… We had tea and my husband’s mother took him aside and started crying: “Who did you marry? A front-line girl… You have two younger sisters. Who’s going to marry them now?” When I think back to that moment I feel tears welling up. Imagine: I had a record, I loved it a lot. There was a song, it said: you have the right to wear the best shoes. That was about a front-line girl. I had it playing, and [his?] elder sister came up and broke it apart, saying: you have no rights. They destroyed all my photos from the war… We, front-line girls, went through so much during hte war… and then we had another war. Another terrible war. The men left us, they didn’t cover our backs. Not like at the front.” from С.Алексеевич “У войны не женское лицо”
In Soviet Union women participating in WWII were erased from history, remaining as the occasional anecdote of a female sniper or simply as medical staff or, at best, radio specialists. The word “front-line girl” (frontovichka) became a terrible insult, synonimous to “whore”. Hundreds thousand of girls who went to war to protect their homeland with their very lives, who came back injured or disabled, with medals for valor, had to hide it to protect themselves from public scorn.
This has always happened in history: Women do something important. Then they get shamed for it (so nobody will talk about it) and it gets erased from history.
And then certain men will say: “Women suck, they’ve never done anything important.”
Look into history and learn that women have played a far greater role then douches (present and past) wanted you to know.
It doesn’t matter what we do: raise children, have successful careers, fight a war, save lives. There will always be someone saying “why didn’t you live your life the way I wanted you to?”
It doesn’t matter what we choose not to do. If we decide to raise children instead of having a career outside the home, if we decide to have a career instead of raising children, if we decide to go out and party, if we decide to stay at home and read books, there will always be someone saying “why didn’t you life your life the way I wanted you to?”
I need to celebrate my own accomplishments, because no one else will. I need to celebrate the accomplishments of other women, because they need my support. We have to yell louder than the haters. We have to tell the stories mainstream media will never tell. We have to tell them while drunk at parties, we have to whisper them to our children as they go to bed at night.
When they malign us and “forget” to tell our side of the story: Do they think we can’t read? Do they think we can’t speak? Do they think that they will not be held accountable for their words, spoken publicly? Women and people of “minorities” account for more than half of the voting populace. We occupy more than half of the labour force. Our influence is larger than ever before, and it is expanding. A true capitalist will use this to their advantage. Only an idiot will tell us to shut up and go back to the kitchen.