{"id":790,"date":"2020-09-09T13:20:58","date_gmt":"2020-09-09T11:20:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ramblingrabbit.co.za\/?p=790"},"modified":"2026-05-11T07:59:13","modified_gmt":"2026-05-11T07:59:13","slug":"girl-power","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ramblingrabbit.co.za\/di\/2020\/09\/09\/girl-power\/","title":{"rendered":"Girl Power!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"font-size:17px\">Last night I experienced something I\u2019ve been dreading for 18 years. My youngest daughter (14) had her heart broken for the first time by a boy (we\u2019ll just refer to him as little turd from now on\ud83d\udca9\u2026) Relationships are just \u201c<em>not his style<\/em>\u201d and she should please stop begging him to explain what made him feel this way all of a sudden. I messaged my oldest daughter and told her what happened. Her reply after multiple angry emoticons was &#8220;\ud83e\udd2cWe are going to bomb his house with eggs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"font-size:17px\">When we first met the little turd\ud83d\udca9, we both were saying he seems like a genuinely nice lad with good manners from a reputable home. Her sister and I could see how smitten she was and said that it is just what she needs to break out of her shy shell. I saw my daughter evolving from a grumpy teenager hiding in her room into a delightful, friendly girl chatting more and spending less time in her room. Yesterday she and I were doing some essential retail therapy and I could not help giggling at how she and the little turd \ud83d\udca9were teasing each other on the phone. Just a few hours later he would realise relationships are not his style\u2026fucking little turd\ud83d\udca9\ud83d\ude12 And just like that, my oldest and I are ready for war \u2013 she with eggs but I think bullets would be more effective\u2026and that got me thinking. Being female in a world where phallocentric dominance is still alive and kicking (just hidden and disguised as glass ceilings etc.) women have this magical, shared consciousness. It is not only mothers, daughters and sisters that feel this bond, it\u2019s woman everywhere. A best friend pitching up with a bottle of wine when you\u2019re feeling sad or saying what a piece of lowlife scum your ex is, just to immediately retract those statements when you and the ex, make-up. Even our hormones synchronise with other women in the same house or office, after a while. Females, not knowing each other but coming together in masses to protest gender-based violence even if they have not been a victim to it\u2026Femicide is sadly very big and very real in South Africa\ud83d\ude25<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"font-size:17px\">The majority males are physically stronger, that is unfortunately a biological fact. But I do not envy their strength (well, maybe when opening a jar\u2026\ud83d\ude0f) I am so grateful and proud to be female. You see, I don\u2019t think men have anything else going for them other than strength to be honest. Maybe it\u2019s because women share the ability to carry a child, maybe it\u2019s because of decades being treated unfairly, assaulted and raped.  I don&#8217;t know, but I do know we have a 6<sup>th<\/sup> sense and are linked with an invisible subconscious cord, connecting us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last night I experienced something I\u2019ve been dreading for 18 years. My youngest daughter (14) had her heart broken for the first time by a boy (we\u2019ll just refer to him as little turd from now on\ud83d\udca9\u2026) Relationships are just \u201cnot his style\u201d and she should please stop begging him to explain what made him [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2087,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pagelayer_contact_templates":[],"_pagelayer_content":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-790","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-ramblings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ramblingrabbit.co.za\/di\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/790","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ramblingrabbit.co.za\/di\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ramblingrabbit.co.za\/di\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ramblingrabbit.co.za\/di\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ramblingrabbit.co.za\/di\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=790"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ramblingrabbit.co.za\/di\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/790\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2088,"href":"https:\/\/ramblingrabbit.co.za\/di\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/790\/revisions\/2088"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ramblingrabbit.co.za\/di\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2087"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ramblingrabbit.co.za\/di\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=790"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ramblingrabbit.co.za\/di\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=790"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ramblingrabbit.co.za\/di\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=790"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}