When I heard about the hullabaloo about the Women’s March, I could not help thinking about my grandmother portrayed in my book called “The Iron Butterfly”
Unlike the boisterous women some of the marchers were, my grandmother tackled the equality rights silently some 90 years ago when equality rights were still unheard of. She had nine children to support when her husband died and left penniless. She did something about her situation. She worked hard and tackled the business world heads on where men still ruled the business world but doing it with grace and her dignity intact. She did something about it without sacrificing her image, a gentle lady with poise and a determined mind and spirit to do what is right for her family. She did not go out on the street whining and demanding to be treated like men. She was a different kind of feminist.
Using vulgar language and making threats are not the ways to make a point. They make women look bad in the face of the world. Working hard and being the best you can be are the only answers to be successful and be heard. I’m glad I was not part of the Women’s March.
Until next time – Stop and smell the roses.
Rosalinda, The Rose Lady