On 8 March is not a party, is a moment of reflection, the commemoration of a massacre. The massacre took place in 1908 in New York, in a textile factory, where 129 women who went on strike for days to demand decent working conditions, died in the fire broke out in their factory because the owners had locked inside. Mimosa, as a symbol of this day was born in 1946 on the initiative of women hearing (from wikipedia), a movement that united women belonging to major political parties of Italy just released.
So today is not the case for celebration and partying with strippers, but it would be worth stopping for a moment to think about what we were and what we were, who we want to be, who we are and what we become. The life of women today is different from what it was in 1908, but not everywhere and not enough. There are countries where to be born female is a big handicap, there are those who do everything to make us or make us feel good and he succeeds very well (see the Great Martian post, for those who had not already done so).
I believe that today, instead of the foraging market mimosa (maximum buy it from a street vendor), think about the meaning of equal rights, what it means to be a woman rather than a man (who knows if in the end the difference is really that strong) and what can I do for a boycott culture it takes unwitting slaves.
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