(December 12, 2013 at 10:52 pm)pineapplebunnybounce Wrote: In a lot of communities the idea that women are worth less is so ingrained culturally for so long that it has to be the first thing to go to make any real progress. And it's not just religions, for example in chinese communities women have been taught to be less valuable for centuries because we don't pass on the family name, so in China, orphans are almost exclusively female because of one child policy, people do not want their one and only child to be male. So much so that the government no longer allows them to screen for sex when doing ultrasound, something that many westerners enjoy and delight in because it's a great surprise to find out the sex of your child, but in china it's used as family planning. And if I'm not mistaken the same thing is done in India, you are allowed to know the sex of your child but a lot of people abort if they know it's a girl. And China can hardly be considered 3rd world, people there are educated and women enjoy equal rights but the cultural idea of female worth is still so strong. I don't know, the world's a mess. But yea I definitely agree that a lot of religious clerics and teachings are not at all helping the cause.Mhm and Chinese culture is deeply racist too, they take what westerns say and often throw it out. Of course is true of a lot of the far east. needless to say the world is a mess, and the problems are complex multifaceted and can manifest in surprising ways. Still we need people thinking up and at least trying solutions.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
