1923 was a good year. On February 16, Howard Carter opened the inner burial chamber of Pharaoh Tutankhamen's tomb and found the sarcophagus. Not much later, on February 22, the first successful chinchilla farm in the US was established. Also in 1923, Time Magazine published its first issue, the first sound in a public film performance was at the Rialto Theater in New York City, Interpol was formed in Vienna, Babe Ruth hit two home-runs in a World Series game and the first planetarium opened at the Deutsche Museum in Munich. Above all that, Carleen Bates was born July 15, 1923.
“What are you doing?” “What are you wearing?” “Don’t you have any respect for yourself?” Whether these questions have been directed at us or a woman we know, many women have learned, through the patriarchal society, that if we are participating in any activity deemed inappropriate or not "respectable," we are not worthy of respect. Women are often monitored on their clothing choices, sexual activities, drinking, or late night habits. Society polices women's clothing and bodies on a daily basis. These views are extremely misogynistic and lead to people, men and women alike, judging women's behavior in order to determine whether or not they deserve respect.
Social media is in my head. It’s the train wreck I can’t stop myself from looking at, or the venue of marketing for my company, so a necessity, I say. Some days it’s the politics I can’t stomach, the absurd clickbait people I love and admire share, or other days it’s filled with the worldly horrors of mass shootings and natural disasters that I used to be able to escape by not watching the news and hiding on my social media. Not any more. I vacillate between eye rolling at oversharing and the need to add my voice, to believe there’s a purpose and people care what my inane opinions are... the struggle is real, as they say.