International Women’s Day

Where you get 23 hours of celebration.

We lost an hour on International Women’s Day 2020 because daylight savings time took precedence because even on our one and only day on a leap year where they already get 365 days to be men, they needed one hour from ours
Let me tell you what it is like to be a modern mother in America, twenty twenty, fam.

Let me tell you what it is like to set an alarm clock for five am because they will start stealing our hours before they wake. To set an alarm clock and then wake twenty minutes before it, twenty twenty, fam. Awake twenty minutes before to run a list of emotional energy you’ll extend and expend trying to keep afloat a home or a child’s life or the bed of a man or the hope of a generation or the bottom line of a business. Let me tell you what it’s like to grind coffee beans in still and dark silence. Shave your legs with the lights off and the water a trickle. What it’s like to find moments for yourself while hoping to not be a nuisance, to not make a sound, to not be too much in too small of a space in too little time in twenty twenty, fam.

Shall we ring up Oprah and talk about what it’s like to run to the top of the pyramid of womanhood and still need to lose weight to make a dime. What it’s like to pedal vulnerability because Elizabeth Warren’s competence…