Greenbury Secondary School, Grade 10 learner, Savania Govender share her thoughts on Women's day celebration...and it's not what you think...
When August rolls around, you can practically watch the world switch over to a corporate aesthetic. Suddenly, every grocery store aisle is drowning in pink balloons, flower shops triple their prices, and brands start rolling out those cheesy ads talking about how much they "value women."
We get treated to a collective pat on the back, a reminder of how strong and resilient we are supposed to be.It’s nice, I guess. But sitting in class this week, scrolling past a million aesthetic Instagram tributes while trying to focus on my first-period math notes, I couldn't shake this weird feeling of disconnection.
Adults look at Women’s Day like a well-deserved day off or a moment to handout Hallmark cards. But as a 15-year-old girl trying to navigate high school hallways, group chats, and the actual reality of growing up right now, all the public praise feels like it belongs to a completely different universe.
We learn about the history in school. We talk about the legendary women of 1956 who marched to the Union Buildings against pass laws.
