So I took a break.
I’d already put up a post today, and with it the guilt of letting my writing hand go limp for over a week dissipated. I’m still a blogger!
Now onto social media; I’d start off with Facebook for the cute vacation pics that make me hate my life before drowning myself in Tumblr memes for a couple hundred hours #productivity.
But then I saw it. The headline that has stirred up all kinds of debate across the continent.
It all began down under, in South Africa, where the #MenAreTrash tag was used by women to share their abuse stories.
It was a movement!
Inspiring and supportive as it was… someone’s life was going to be saved, I could feel it.
But, as with all good things, someone just had to spoil it.
So once upon a time there was a twiddler,
a thumb twiddler,
who could never let anything be,
not a neat room, tidy and clean,
“it just has to be ruined!” the thumb twiddler cried
“or I’d absolutely lose my mind”…and the conversation was changed.
The hashtag was no longer a safe space for women to reach out and encourage each other, but now a platform for the ” good guys exist too” pout fest. It was pretty glorious.
There were articles and super long posts all outlining male heroism and goodness towards women.
As I said, pretty glorious.
And for once, I think, the Nice Guys won. They did it. Mission accomplished!
Now no one was talking (or at least being heard) about the femicide that plagued us. Or even the feminist uproar that was arising across the Continent as women hollered “enough!”, and the mutilation reversal surgeries in Kenya as women took back their power. Nothing.
All that matters is the bruising of some random guy’s ego.
So remember that, ladies. The next time you clutch on to your racing heart as you walk home alone, or fret over your outfit as you’re catcalled on the streets…don’t complain! You might hurt someone’s feelings.