It is International Women’s Day on Sunday. It’s got me all riled up. I both love it and hate it. Why is every day not International Women’s Day?
Have you ever seen Mulan? I watched it recently (for the hundredth time) and boy did it make me giggle (Mushu much?).
From start to finish it’s about a girl who just isn’t behaving the way ‘a girl should’. The matchmaker scene where Mulan writes on her arm to memorise ‘important’ lessons and then spills tea everywhere pretty much sums up my entire existance.
The scene where her father points to the cherry blossom and says, ‘this one is still waiting to bloom’ perfectly encapsulates a father-daughter relationship.
And then when Mulan tries to protect her father from conscription, she somehow mistakenly ‘dishonours him’. I know how you feel girl.
Mulan then takes her father’s gear and volunteers herself to the Imperial army, with Mushu and a ‘lucky’ cricket in tow.
That song, yes THAT SONG, that sprung Christina Aguilera into the limelight – Reflection – I used to sing this over and over to myself (apologies to my neighbours).
But on a more serious note, International Women’ Day is here for a reason. To bring to light all the injustices and inequalities women face. Not just in some far gone place, but here, right here on your doorstep.
Have a look at the website for more.
Not all of us can be as inspiring as Mulan. Taking on the evil Shan Yu, standing up to social norms and ultimately saving the Emperor’s life. But hey, we can try.
‘The male hare wildly kicks its feet;
the female hare has shifty eyes,
But when a pair of hares runs side by side,
Who can distinguish whether I am male or female? – Poem of Mulan’
And of course, grandmothers always have the last word…