Women hold up half the sky. – Chinese proverb
I had quite a liberal upbringing, thanks to parents who were more spiritual than religious, who weren’t very interested in politics, and who were less tiger parents and more “as long as you don’t get into trouble, you can do whatever you want.” Yet, as I grow older and know more about the world, there was a huge rift between them and I. They want me to aspire to marriage. Sure, a successful career and financial security are nice too, but they want me to find a nice man to take care of me.
For the longest time, I could not fathom how my well-educated, liberal parents could have such a backward view of women and their potentials. I could be anything, an engineer, a doctor, a writer, a politician, a Fortune 500 CEO, a Nobel Peace Prize winner. But I also had to be a wife and a mother. It wasn’t that I could have it all; it was that I must.
Based on the format of the chapter Next in the novel Sold by Patricia McCormick.
As I walk into an alley with rundown houses, moldy walls and the smell of sewage and feces,
Looking at the puddles, cow dung and god-know-what-else on the ground to avoid dirtying my sneakers, next to
A group of people sitting on the back of a decorated truck, craning their necks to get a better look of us, next to
A little boy and a little girl jumping back and forth over a black puddle, the boy slipped and got his left foot wet, next to
An empty yellow rickshaw, next to
A cow leisurely lying in the shade of a tin roof, next to
Emulation of the chapter Everything I Need to Know in the novel Sold by Patricia McCormick.
Everything I Need to Know
Before today, mommy says, you could wear basketball shorts, run around and get as tan as a piece of burnt wood,
Now, mother says, you must wear dresses, be neat and act elegantly,
Never get your knees scraped up,
Never climb trees because you will rip your dress,
Never be too bold around boys and get too touchy-freely with them,
And never act differently around girls,
Otherwise people will think you are not normal.
The Terror of War and the Horror of Peace: Kinetic Typography
The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy.
Audio-visual passage video by Gawa, Chau and Alejandro.
Soundtrack: Traditional Music of Ancient India