How the older generations are, still, TRAPPED by the SEXIST beliefs of how only sons will carry on the family's last names, and the older generations are still, locked up by these ideals, and they pass this belief system to their own young, until the younger generations decided, ENOUGH is ENOUGH, the gender inequality ends here, otherwise, the beliefs of men is worth more than women will always be around…translated…
Fifty years ago, when I was a seven-year-old young girl, at night, I'd loved going to my maternal grandmother's bedroom, watching her sit in front of the dressing mirror, and the house was filled up with the too-strong scent of perfume; not long after that, my grandmother's strict expressions, will fade away, with the dissipating of the scent of the perfumes. The one she loves isn't home yet, in that oversized room, grandma used the scent of perfume to fill up the void from her own loneliness, while, the young girl mistook the scent as the scent of, bliss.
Two years ago, there came, a new addition to the family who's only a year older than my older sister, and my maternal grandfather had us called him "uncle". Being young and not knowing, we'd, complied, and, we were, listed as the "opposing side" by grandma since, and there was no chance of ever, getting that closeness with her back again. And after that, with the frequencies of them getting at each other's throats increasing at the tables, my uncle's homeroom instructor's frequency of visiting our home increased, became positively correlated with my grandmother's, screams. "Only because I didn't bore you a son, you go out and have one out, and brought him back home, how do you expect me to love him as my own?"
After the fights, the noises that went on for few years, we all, left home. The days passed, quietly, once in my friend's home, I'd, smelled that familiar scent, which awakened all those memories that got, left on the, backburners. I'd thought about how my grandmother must've felt, in the threats of her husband, she'd live on, with, absolute, ZERO dignity, and only in the nights of her loneliness, she'd used the scent of perfume, to remind herself, that there's, the gentler side to her own, life.
what her grandmother uses...to help make herself feel, better...photo from online
Is "passing the family's last name" really that, important? I'd looked closely at the young woman on the perfume bottle, dancing in her own pleasure, with her own, self-confidence, I believe, that that was, the life that my maternal grandmother, longed, for, but, she'd become, a sacrificial goat under the traditional values—even as she'd given everything to the family, she got the betrayal and the infidelity of her own husband in return, how is she to, cope with that?
Comparing, I have two daughters, in the health education of gender equality, we're, already, out of the age-old beliefs of men are more important than women, while there are those, who selected to stay single, to not marry, or to, reproduce from our, generation too, even if they have no children, they still live their lives colorfully, because, everybody is the star of one's own, life, we don't need others to, define us.
It'd been fifty years since I'd gotten, "reunited" with the scent of my grandmother's perfume, don't know if grandma up in heaven, had found the values of her own self, and dancing her own dance, having been neglected and belittled while she was, alive?
And so, this is, the sexist beliefs of how females are less important than male, and this is deeply rooted, like our D.N.A., and, no matter how advanced we think we all are, there are still, the residues of these, age-old sexist traditional belief systems that's stayed in our lives, and we can't, completely, uproot them, unless we become, extremely aware of our own, selves…
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