Or is it Goal Digger?
When a woman goes after her dreams, and achieves them, isn’t it
odd annoying how often pundits claim it’s due to her Northward-bound hemlines or whom she slept with? Or because her dad is so and so? And why not her mum, for that matter? Anything save for, oh I don’t know, the fact that she might actually have earned those accolades? Because she’s intelligent? Determined? Deserving?
Instead of a gold digger, shouldn’t she be called a goal digger instead?
Dress (Urbanog) | Gold Sequin Blazer, Gold Polka Dot Socks & Gold Sunnies (Poshmark) | Helios Cuff (Cabi) | Wooden Rings (H&M) | Black & Gold Bucket Bag (Zara)
In as much as things have changed, things haven’t really changed all that much. Society still tends to favour the other gender (hint: it’s not us females) when it comes to peer recognition. And frankly, I find that to be such a contradiction to the vast advancements we’ve made, as a race, in all other aspects of life and living.
For instance, we blink nary an eyelid when the head of a corporation is male yet when a female holds that position, it’s such an anomaly that publicity is triggered. Media ink gets generated. Many exclaim, “Oh wow“, seemingly in amazement.
I SIMPLY DO NOT UNDERSTAND
Should it not be the norm? As versus the (still somewhat rare) exception?
To be perfectly honest, I’m not quite certain where these suffragette thoughts are arising from. I suppose I could peg it down to election imagery saturating the soapbox (and every other media channel) of late. Or my personal views on how women ought to be treated, given that I come from a background whereby my
gender species kind was generally viewed merely as baby-makers, cooks, housekeepers, and bed-warmers.
SAY IT WITH ME, WE ARE GOAL DIGGERS.
Goal Diggers. And not Gold Diggers.
And that fully explains the rationale behind this month’s #projectsisteract theme. Ish. The play of words. Leveraging on something traditionally viewed as being an exchange of material gains for services rendered (to put it delicately), to mean something completely different. Goal Diggers. The pursuit of dreams. Being gutsy. Having balls (girl crushing on Samantha Bee).
Being fearless. Having moxie and pluck in spades. Such as wearing gold in a manner that’s cool and edgy. During the day, mind you. Less Mr Boombastic, more Jenny from the block. If that makes sense. It sort of does to me. And the following ladies.
Eve, Teens (the world according to eve)
Kat, 20s (kat walk sf)
Sheela, 40s (sheela writes)
Rebecca, 50s (red tag chic los angeles)
Angst over gender equality issues aside, I cannot help but be continually bowled over by how beautiful (these) women are. All beautiful. All unique. All special. So incredibly amazing, each and every one of them. And how differently the same theme is interpreted here (it never gets old). From body chains to accessories to head-to-toe liquid gold.
MIDAS TOUCH, YO
Before I go, I want to say I’m fully aware how the vast majority of what I write centres on issues pertaining to women, and equality of sexes, and that sort of thing. For those who consistently and faithfully read my pieces, from start to finish, and then proceed to leave such insightful comments, I thank you. From the very bottom of my heart.
In the beginning, I was wary of sharing content of that nature, fearful I may turn people away. Instead, it has been immensely heartening how so many of you (you know who you are) have stayed with me, laughed with me, and commiserated with me, as the occasion called for.
You know I love you.
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p/s I know it hasn’t escaped your keen eye that there’s no 30s representation this month, what can I say? Stuff happens. Sigh.
pp/s photos by Sofia Touassa
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