I read a book today. It's called "I Don't Know How She Does It", it's by a person called Allison Pearson, and it talks about some of the issues I wrote about here. Frankly, it depressed me. It's about a woman trying to deal with two children and a tiring job-trying to make it in a man's world, without fully leaving the woman's. In the end, she picks the woman's world.
Gender equality is not the point here, however. My views on that have already been made clear. What got me depressed about this book was how it portrayed-accurately-the total isolation that men and women live in, in this world. The coldness that we show towards people not directly related to us. The way we conveniently ignore the fact that every person we pass in the street has a life, has a story. That he has troubles and difficulties and sorrows and joys and love. That every person that we look through, has substance. That every person we ignore or mistreat, is also a person, a human being. Not many people would stop to help a woman crying in the middle of the street; most would either pity or scorn her. Not many would sacrifice their time and energy to help someone to whom they have no emotional attachment, and thus, no vested interest in. We are so ensconced in ourselves, we have no time for anyone else. We live in a society, but in the end, it's each man for himself. Each woman, for herself. United we stand, but we prefer to remain divided, too busy with our little tremors to notice someone else's earthquakes.
~Sam
Gender equality is not the point here, however. My views on that have already been made clear. What got me depressed about this book was how it portrayed-accurately-the total isolation that men and women live in, in this world. The coldness that we show towards people not directly related to us. The way we conveniently ignore the fact that every person we pass in the street has a life, has a story. That he has troubles and difficulties and sorrows and joys and love. That every person that we look through, has substance. That every person we ignore or mistreat, is also a person, a human being. Not many people would stop to help a woman crying in the middle of the street; most would either pity or scorn her. Not many would sacrifice their time and energy to help someone to whom they have no emotional attachment, and thus, no vested interest in. We are so ensconced in ourselves, we have no time for anyone else. We live in a society, but in the end, it's each man for himself. Each woman, for herself. United we stand, but we prefer to remain divided, too busy with our little tremors to notice someone else's earthquakes.
~Sam
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