In the grand theater of life, we’ve all been handed a script that says men have rights over women’s bodies, where there is a certain way of looking, walking, and talking to avoid getting on men’s nerves, where long skirts are unattractive to men and short skirts girls are just sluts, and where marriage means pleasing your husband. Yes, you heard that right! It was as if the universe had given them a golden ticket at birth, granting them the authority to make decisions, and statements, and pass judgment on what women should and should not do with their own flesh and blood. But let me tell you, my dear readers, that whoever whispered this nonsense into men’s ears was only pulling their legs—or even their minds.
So, Dave came to the workplace yesterday, as arrogant as ever, as if he’s the boss of reasoning and righteousness. “He sees my friend Sarah wearing a sleeveless top, and let me tell you, it was sweltering hot,” says Natasha, one of my sources. Instead of minding his own business, Dave decides to play fashion cop. He marches to Sarah’s desk as if on a mission, saying, “Sarah, my dear, that outfit is like, way too revealing. “You should cover up a bit more. “Can you believe the audacity? Sarah is just trying to keep cool during this hot, and then someone appears, behaving like he knows everything. “Talk about clueless,” Natasha commented.
Pause for a moment and imagine Sarah’s face! A combination of “What on Earth?” and “Seriously?!” with a tinge of “I can’t even.” But she remains calm and adds, “Oh, thanks Dave, but I’ve got this. I’m fully capable of deciding what to wear without your input ” Yeah, we have a lot of Daves, though, who won’t quit. Natasha commented. They are all about thinking they have the authority to tell women what to wear because, you know, “principles” and all that crap. But let’s be honest: Dave is just living in his own little world, right?
Here is another true story. Last Friday evening, while hanging out with friends at a social gathering, the conversation began with this kamaliza song called (Laurette), in which the song talks about encouraging this lady Laurette to marry, but it appears that they are against her getting married, and we ended up talking about women’s reproductive rights. One person, whose name I cannot tell, felt empowered by the group and chose to offer their ideas. They said, “I don’t get why women make a big deal about controlling their bodies. It’s not like they’re capable of making rational decisions without our guidance anyway.”
The room became quiet, with only the faint sound of eyes rolling so vigorously that they might split. It’s as if he simply wanted to make himself the supreme arbiter of female autonomy, unaware of the humor that saturates his every statement. But do not worry, since this story does not end in misery. It’s a clear reminder that the concept of men controlling women’s bodies is a thing of the past. Women are not vehicles for male beliefs; they are autonomous persons with the freedom to make decisions about their own bodies, free of patriarchal domination.
I understand that many people might passionately defend the idea that men should be in charge due to tradition, religion, or other reasons. But let’s be real—this isn’t really about tradition; it’s about power. It’s about keeping things the way they are, where one group holds all the control over another. And honestly, that’s as old-fashioned as dial-up internet.
Now, don’t get me wrong: I’m not saying that all guys are terrible or actively support patriarchal institutions. Far from it. In fact, many men are just as fed up with this nonsense as the rest of us. But this does not change the fact that we live in a world where women’s bodies are still viewed as public property, available to anyone with a loud enough voice and ego.
So, what’s the solution? Well, how about we start by minding our own business? Crazy concept but imagine a world in which everyone can choose what’s best for themselves without fear of criticism or intervention. It’s a radical idea, I know, but hey, stranger things have happened before. And while we’re at it, let’s throw out the idea that consent is something that can be given or taken away like a permission slip. Newsflash: consent isn’t a one-time deal; it’s an ongoing conversation. It’s about respecting boundaries, listening to each other, and understanding that no means no, end of story.
Look, I get it. Change is hard, but times are changing fast. Some people hold onto old ways tightly, but many of us are ready for something new. So, to whoever told men that they have the right over women’s bodies, I have just one thing to say: nice try, but we’re not buying it anymore. It’s time to rewrite the script, flip the script, heck, throw the whole script out the window and start fresh. Because when it comes to our bodies, the only voice that matters is our own.
