There’s a day for everything, but very few of these directly impact me or have special meaning to me. Women’s Day is one of special meaning to me. And don’t worry, I’m not going to grab a mic, shout from the top of my lungs and demand you listen to me. Rather, I would appreciate any time you could spare to read about my experiences as to why this day is important to me and why these concepts and practices of respecting women in general should be applied to every day of the year. And I do not speak for anyone but myself and I speak from the perspective of an Asian American heterosexual female.
My life has been a very strange mix of good and bad experiences as a young woman. I am not very young nor am I very old. I have not gone through everything life has to offer but I also know I have experienced things that others may not have. I’m going to construct this post with the Oreo effect in mind.