The movie I watched to celebrate Women's Day was very touching. The excitement of the crowd is not what touched me in this film. What made me unable to control my tears several times was the tears of the women in the film, the knife-like words of men and women to the pioneers of women's rights in the film, that one A jaw-dropping move. Some of the tears I couldn't control were for myself. It is particularly ironic that, as far back as a century ago, in British society, husbands used to suppress their wives, "Don't lose my face again," which I have personally heard and experienced in recent years. There are some tears for my fellow man. Those wives who have suffered domestic violence but endured to "live", those mothers who raised their children alone due to divorce from domestic violence, those "big wives" who are divorced but still unable to live independently, those "little wives" who endure serving one husband with others , those "sisters" who read secondary school and work as nanny at home...too many. Their suffering is so bloody. And what about others? Those wealthy wives who are in the upper class who think there is no reason to fight, those little wives who are happy because they have a considerate husband, those mothers and sisters who "willingly" pay because of their affection. Their suffering seems to be covered by a cloth, hidden so deeply that they are not even aware of it. Because of this, they say things like "I don't feel discrimination against girls", "That's to take care of girls", "As long as people with happy families don't fight online," and so on. They choose to turn a blind eye and hide their ears. But will they be more otherworldly, sober and independent? Won't. When they said such words, they had already stepped on and stabbed the compatriots who had suffered bloody suffering. To some extent, they are perpetrators and accomplices. Covering your ears and stealing bells can't hide that your "happiness" is the result of male charity, it can only show that you are dismissive of her misfortune. I'm a feminist because I want the right to be able to work on my career at 30; because I want the right to decide whether I'm anesthetized or not when I'm having a baby, not my husband who decides my pain ; because I want the right to have the same job opportunities and promotion opportunities as men; because I want to have the right to speak out against sexual harassment, be brave enough to expose myself, and report to the police. I want to get rid of gender penalties and motherhood penalties. When the People's Republic of China was founded, equality between men and women was written into the law, but even today, people are still shackled by ideological shackles, and social ideology has even forced the implementation of women's rights guaranteed by law to go backwards. The river of misery we have to cross is no easier than it was a century ago. Break the chains and never surrender.
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