I was just watching a clip of Lady Gaga winning the Oscar for her song “Shallow” from the movie she was in, “A Star is Born”, and then I watched a clip of the ending of the latest season of “The Handmaid’s Tale” and my throat swelled up and I cried a little.
I told my mom “Hey, it’s that time of the month: sue me” and she laughed.Aunt Flow was a small part of why I felt like I could just burst into tears at that moment.Just watching how men are slowly but surely are coming out of the woodwork and doing what they used to do before Christianity swallowed up pagans whole and left the survivors naked, shivering, scared, in the dark. Supporting women. Uplifting women. Defending women. Believing in women. Slowly turning the tide back to when there was no gender war. Back to when we were equal. Back when we were ying and yang. When three little birds pitched by your doorstep, “singing sweet songs, of melodies pure and true.”When you did not have to worry about a thing.I can feel it. That little flame of gold. That golden world Anne Boleyn hinted at one bright summer’s day. When it felt like everything was finally coming together in her favor. In all of women kind’s favor. For once.