March was a bad month for women, internationally

March was a bad month for women, internationally

In Georgia, a racist hate crime was justified by a gunman in the name of sex and female purity.

In Uttar Pradesh, a father decapitated his daughter to rectify the dishonour done to him when she dared to have a boyfriend.

In Clapham, a woman walked home and a week later was found dead in Kent. We are expected to trust law enforcers who are forgiven for flashing women in fast food joints, so they can go on to abduct and kill others. We are expected to trust law enforcers who at a vigil brought the women united in collective grief to their knees with handcuffs.

In Myanmar, a woman danced unknowingly at the moment The Lady and her democracy came under fire. A nun faced off with armed police, a 19-year old became the latest face of martyrdom, a seven-year-old died in her father's arms. Over 500 dead. Still they take to the streets for the sake of what the Lady fought for, in a land where women are denied the spiritual hpon of men.

In Australia, the floodgates have opened on the culture of assault, violations, and debasement that runs deep through parliament. A game of one-upmanship that has been allowed to fester, immortalised and celebrated by perpetrators who claim bragging rights in screenshots of their misogyny. The watery eyes of a leader invoking his daughters and wife and mother is a shallow response.

In the UK, Everyone's Invited forced schools and universities to look long and hard at the rape culture they turn blind eyes to, sanctioned by their silence. Can we trust the overseers to inspect closely enough to bring about change?

In Ethiopia, rape is being used as a weapon of war. In Turkey, as a response to escalating femicide the president withdrew from a treaty protecting women against violence. In LA, a princess is hated for uncomfortable truths. In Russia, domestic violence remains decriminalised, killing 22 women a day. In Qatar, laws continue to revoke women's freedom to work, move, love. Everywhere, 137 dead daily by familial hands.

Xiaojie Tan. Daoyou Feng. Soon Chung Park. Delaina Ashley Yaun. Hyun Jung Grant. Suncha Kim. Yong Ae Yue. Neelam. Sarah Everard. Aung San Suu Kyi. Sister Ann Rose Nu Tawng. Angel Kyal Sin. Khin Myo Chit. Brittany Higgins. Meghan Markle. The Unnamed. Daughters. Mothers. Friends. Femmes. Lovers. Wives.

The drops in a violent ocean the media has dedicated stories to. I am tired of being horrified, distraught, numbed, but never surprised.

This month was no different for me. I was preyed on, catcalled and wolf-whistled at. I was looked over by packs of men that outnumber and outweigh me. I calculated how loud I would have to scream, how long it would be until somebody else would come along, how much of a threat the footsteps behind me were, every time I went for a run. I was made acutely aware of my smallness, my weakness, my womanness at every turn.

Every day is a bad day for women, internationally