We Should Get Rid of Women’s History Month
This is an essay born of deep frustration: an essay born of having spent a month languishing on LinkedIn with posts about how “my wife/mother/daughter is a true inspiration to women everywhere. #BreakTheBias #WomensMonth.” Sometimes, I’ve come across the even more selfish variety: “Look, friends, how much I’ve accomplished as a woman facing bucketloads of discrimination. I’m cool. #Standwithus.”
Oh, come on.
Women’s History Month seems to have become the unusual case where people start acting like corporations: all performative gestures and empty words with photoshopped snaps of the prettiest women in our lives because that’s what the algorithm wants. Not a single person says they’ll do better; they all are perfect paragons of feminism already.
As a woman who has been sexually harassed, discriminated against, and bullied since before I can remember (because boys will be boys, after all), I’m here to tell you that Women’s History Month is rubbish, ridiculous rubbish, and we need to stop celebrating it.
