Few things make me more anxious than the thought of my daughters growing up. I know it’s inevitable and I hope they grow up to have a long and healthy life. What worries me is the world we brought them into.
I myself grew up in a less than perfect world, so I can imagine that my own parents had the same worries about my siblings and me, but nothing could have prepared me for the constant screening of worst-case scenarios that my overactive mind regales me with.
Which brings me to a video my husband posted on Facebook earlier today. He knows very well how strongly I feel about the way women are undermined in today’s world. Sure, we have made progress in the past 100 years. We can now vote, go to school and have a paid job (in our country, anyway), but we are also being objectified like never before in history. Sex sells and it’s us women who are paying the price for it.
It needs to stop. For our sake and that of our daughters. Let’s all join the #WomenNotObjects campaign and voice our opinion. If we (and men like the one I married) don’t stick up for ourselves, who will?