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Ode to Feminism

by Matilda Branson

 

PMS, abortions, UTIs, thrush,

Cramps and the pill, don’t forget the hot flush.

None of it’s sexy, none of it’s hot,

Most of it’s taboo – alrighty – the lot.

 

“You’re a feminist, then?”

“Why do you hate men?”

“You’re armpits, under there,

do you leave all the hair?”

 

She’s a slut and a bitch and a whore and a skank,

“She’s been with ‘em all, and down there she stank.”

She’s easy and peasy, promiscuous and loose,

Stark contrast with “players”, “studs” (the modern-day Zeus).

 

I’m just so damn sick of having to justify,

To the ignorant and complacent- to explain why, why, why-

I’m a feminist – and no! It just ain’t a dirty old word,

It’s such a sweet concept, or haven’t you heard?

 

I believe that all children, boys and girls of all stations,

Deserve opportunities, health, safety, educations.

To wear what they want, to speak what they may,

To have a voice, a conscience! To eat, love and pray.

 

“She walked down a dark alley,

And then nothing happened.”

This is equality! When it occurs

I’ll be gladdened.

 

Child marriage, FGM, dowry deaths, honour killings,

Maternal deaths, son preference, girls not worth a shilling.

Domestic violence, wage gaps, torture and rape,

Don’t tell me women’s rights aren’t cool or make some foul jape!

 

Empowered women are freakin’ awesome!

Empowered women are cute!

Feminism’s just so amazing – in Aussie slang:

It’s just beaut.

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Sidesaddle: Protect Thy Hymen!

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by Matilda Branson

I ride horses. I think I was first on a horse at the age of 8 or 9 months old. Horse riding comes as naturally to me as does breathing. Wherever I live, or travel in the world, my eye is automatically on the look-out for anything horse-related, be it a likely stable or potential horse jump (the front fences of houses are usually particularly promising), even if I don’t have a horse with me. When I see a golf course, I think how wonderful it would be to gallop across the pristine turf. Desperate for horse contact whilst living in Nepal, I rescued a small pony from a brick kiln factory. A few years ago, I rode 1000 km across Mongolia on horseback, because how could I not? A horse-mad feminist, through and through.

When I ride, I ride astride. Most people do. If you’ve ever ridden, you were probably riding astride too, one leg either side of the horse. Yet this is a pretty recent thing for women to do. If you look at mediaeval paintings, and even photos up until the early 20th century of women riding, you’ll often see them sidesaddle, seated with two legs on one side of the horse.

Have you ever used the phrase “bohemian” to describe something a bit alternative or unconventional? The earliest form of the sidesaddle is credited towards one Princess Anne of Bohemia who travelled across Europe on a primitive form of the sidesaddle to wed King Richard II, thus setting a bit of a trend particularly for those of noble birth, that to ride astride was unladylike and improper. Although a few feisty ladies through the ages bucked (ha ha) the trend – Catherine the Great, Joan of Arc, Marie Antoinette, just to name a few – the sidesaddle became the principal mode of riding for women for a good half a century or so.

But why the sidesaddle?  Why not a normal one? Was it because of the dresses they wore, or their perceived weakness as women in comparison to men and their inability to control their mighty steeds? Maybe a little. But the main motivation I think came with the social norm: A woman to straddle a horse – oh the thought of it! How unbecoming of a lady!

So what was underpinning such ideas? For all those anthropologists out there, it all boils down to ideas around a woman’s purity and chastity, and male control and regulation of female sexuality (perhaps the thinking behind this is if it’s left uncontrolled, women might just rampage across the Earth: wild, irrational and dangerous, hormones unbridled, ha ha).  Once the mediaeval times dug in, so did feudalism and all the patriarchal norms that go with it, including the utmost need for a girl (especially an aristocratic one like our Princess Anne of Bohemia) to remain chaste and a virgin until her wedding night. And how to prove she’s a virgin? Why, the old blood-on-the-sheets and broken hymen trick! Convinces the rellies every time. Riding astride? A big no-no if daddy, mummy and hubby-to-be wanted to keep the hymen intact.

It was only really at the end of the 19th century and beginning of the 20th, with the suffragette movement, the first World War and the general modernisation of things that the sidesaddle began to go out of vogue. Although today it continues to be used, and is a respected part of equestrianism in itself due to the skill required in riding sidesaddle, most women today ride astride.  Which I, for one, am very glad of, as otherwise I would fall off a lot. The point of this post is: don’t forget the seemingly obscure ways in which women have gained greater freedoms as part of the greater feminist movement. There are so many of them out there, which is great, and I would neigh for joy if I could.


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Empowerment Through Swimming

swimmingby Matilda Branson

Every year, 175,000 children throughout the world die from drowning. This makes drowning the second of the top five causes of injury death in children worldwide, second only to road crashes.  But where does this fit in with, say, gender or development? Bear with me, dear friends.

Coming from Australia, learning to swim and surf were an inherent part of growing up. Most children are dragged through insurmountable survival swim classes from the age of four onwards. They learn to tread water, swim kilometres in pools fully clothed imagining: “If I fell off a boat, what would I do?” scenarios, chucking ropes and any flotation devices (read: plastic milk bottles, buckets, kickboards, anything at hand) at each other, handling currents and learning to conserve energy, not to panic and how to save both yourself and others in risky water situations.

Even growing up in a rural farming area in inland Australia far from the sea, we learned the four survival strokes and complex dives – which to use when there is an oil spill in the ocean and which to use when there may be sharp rocks beneath you leaping from a fast-moving speedboat. If James Bond can do it, apparently kids from rural Australia whose closest water source is a cattle trough should be able to as well. Just in case.

As a girl, learning to swim taught me many other things: I learned that baring my body in bathers in front of boys I liked didn’t result in my melting into a puddle like the Wizard of Oz’s Wicked Witch of the West, and it also showed me we all kind of look similar under all the various fashions we wore. The sheer usefulness of tampons instead of sanitary pads was most obvious when I had to swim on my period. I could hold my breath for longer than anyone – even longer than the jock boys – which equalled immediate schoolyard respect. The positive unintended lessons learned from swimming lessons just go on and on.

In Nepal last week I competed in a triathlon through the Himalayas, where I needed to swim 1.5km across a mountain lake, Lake Begnas. A few days later, in this same lake, three people died and another three people are missing after a fishing boat capsized. I swam across that lake using a curious combination of survival backstroke, breaststroke and sidestroke. I could swim across Lake Begnas because I was a lucky Australian kid from a water-crazy island whose parents took me to swim lessons for many years. Those three people died because they didn’t know how to swim, because there was never the opportunity to learn.

I’ve recently been mulling over the potential benefits of swimming lessons and education for young boys and girls in the context of international development. More and more I believe that learning to swim – especially if you live in an environment surrounded by or in constant contact with rivers, lakes or oceans – is a fundamental human right. It fits snugly under the Universal Declaration of Human Rights’ principles, such as the right to live in safety or the right to opportunities to develop one’s skills. Read more

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Thinking of Children in International Development

Photo of child working at brick kiln factory by Matilda Branson

Photo of child working at brick kiln factory by Matilda Branson

by Matilda Branson

Working in gender issues, I sometimes push the children’s rights stuff to the side for UNICEF or Save the Children to deal with, or leave the child labour issues in the hands of the International Labor Organisation. I put it all into a mental box labelled “child rights stuff”, separate to all the gender and women’s rights things I work on day to day.

But ye gods, surely this is the Achilles’ heel of international development, the old approach of silo-ing everything into separate fields – women’s rights separate to children’s rights, water and sanitation separate to education, public health separate to economic empowerment. It’s crazy because everything overlaps, and a holistic approach has to be the name of the game, right? Of course child rights issues cross-cut gender and equality.

Sweat shops in India, child soldiers in Uganda, child pornography, the exploitation of children… In the world of international development, working side-by-side with child-focused organisations like World Vision and UNICEF and the Convention on the Rights of the Child and child-specific Millennium Development Goals (MDGs) like MDG 2 – “Achieving universal primary education” or MDG 4 “Reducing child mortality rates”– it sometimes seems that “children’s issues” are the easiest to tackle. There’s a reason sponsor-a-child campaigns are so successful – no one likes to let kids suffer and so many interventions for kids are needs-based.

Yet last month, I went on a monitoring visit to a brick kiln factory on the outskirts of Kathmandu in Nepal where I work, with an organisation named Animal Nepal, to investigate the working conditions of the many donkeys, mules and small ponies which cart devastatingly heavy loads of unbaked bricks to and from the huge chimney-like brick kiln to be cooked.

Brick kiln factories are where the bricks that are building a rapidly urbanising Kathmandu are made. But the cruel animal labour aside, horrible enough within itself, these factories are also home to young seasonal labourers –as young as six-years-old. These workers are young kids from poor rural families desperate to earn money, children sent as bonded labourers, or children living in poverty from India who hear through a middleman that they can make a buck over the border in Kathmandu. These are the children upon whose backs the brick industry is built in Nepal. Read more

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Is the World Starting to Care About Rape?

Protest in Bangalore after the December gang-rape and murder of a 23-year-old student

Protest in Bangalore after the December gang-rape and murder of a 23-year-old student

by Matilda Branson

As I shudder a little on a foolish sojourn to the bathroom scales, shudder at the excesses of Christmas and New Year festivities, then sit down to read the morning paper, I see the recent gang-rape of a 23-year-old medical student in India continues to be splattered across the pages of the world media. The woman died of her severe injuries two days later and five men are facing rape and murder charges, with a sixth facing charges in juvenile court.

This case has caused a wave of public protests across India, calling for an end to sexual harassment, assault and other forms of violence against women and the lack of accountability or enforcement of laws by authorities, endemic within patriarchal societies like India. This outcry has spread to neighboring countries like Nepal, where women’s rights groups and activists have submitted a petition to Prime Minister Dr. Baburam Bhattarai and are staging rallies and protests outside his residence in Baluwatar, Kathmandu, dubbed the #OccupyBaluwatar on Twitter.

These protests, following the outcry of the Delhi gang-rape, centre on the rape case of Sita Rai, a Nepali teenager who last month was robbed of all her savings and raped by security personnel at Kathmandu’s Tribhuvan International Airport, upon returning from working in Saudi Arabia. Rights groups are demanding justice beyond mere compensation from Nepal’s Prime Minister and the government.

As we see protests sweeping across India, Nepal and neighboring countries, I wonder, is this the tide turning against a persisting global complacency on gender-based violence? With the world media for once receptive to reporting on violence against women and on a rape case far from home, with others like Nepal up in arms over similar rape cases, this might be the opportunity to get people to listen, and to take real action on stopping violence against women.

(photo by Jim Ankan Deka via Wikimedia Commons)

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Breaking the Silence on Violence Against Women in Papua New Guinea

Papua New Guinea Flagby Matilda Branson

I currently have the pleasure to be working with two amazing Women Human Rights Defenders from Papua New Guinea (PNG), Mary Kini, founder of Kup Women for Peace, and Monica Paulus, founder of a community organisation defending women accused of sorcery and who are victims of discrimination and violence. Sponsored by the Office of the High Commissioner of Human Rights (OHCHR), Monica and Mary are visiting Nepal for three months, to strengthen their capacity in monitoring and documenting human rights violations with the women’s NGO I work with.

Each woman has her share of both inspiring and often horrifying stories of their work in the highlands of PNG. Which is…where?

PNG is a small country, situated in the south-western Pacific Ocean, next to Indonesia and above Australia. A former member of the British Commonwealth, PNG gained its independence from Australia in 1975. It has a population of about 6.2 million, over 800 different languages, and more than 80% of Papua New Guineans live in rural areas surviving on subsistence agricultural practices. A third of people live in extreme poverty. Much to my shame as an Australian, and a neighbour of PNG, I didn’t know any of this until I met Mary and Monica upon their arrival in Nepal.

This shame has only increased upon learning the abysmal situation for women in PNG. I don’t often use the word abysmal – it’s a strong term, with a lot laden onto it – but the situation for women is exactly that. Read more

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A Lesson in Self-Care for Women’s Rights Defenders

by Matilda Branson

Are you a rough, tough women’s rights defender? Are you an advocate for girls and women, battling gender discrimination, forever championing gender equality in the face of adversity? Yes? AWESOME.

A big issue for women’s rights defenders is often the threat of burn-out. Psychologically, you burn out, emotionally drained, exhausted and sometimes frustrated from fighting so hard for gender equality and women’s rights for seemingly little return for your efforts. Sometimes you might even experience less interest in the whole shebang, feel like you want to stop advocating and fighting. If you sometimes feel these things, that is completely ok! It’s human!

Below is a little list, my short guide to self-care for women’s rights advocates, designed to decrease the risk of burn-out: Read more

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