But I’m not the one who arranged a Childcare Centre strike on International Women’s Day.
Around 1000 Australian Childcare workers are going on strike at 3.20pm on Wednesday 8 March 2017.
Look, I get it. I get they want to make a point: they are protesting the large difference in pay between male-dominated and female-dominated professions.
And it sucks. No, the word ‘sucks’ trivialises the matter. It is the most ridiculous bullshit* that still exists in our modern society.
We live in a society where we are blessed… Yes, BLESSED to have high quality childcare services with trained staff and plenty of resources. In a large majority of cases.
But to be honest, is a strike on International Women’s Day the best idea?
Because when a childcare centre strikes, when it closes early for the day, which demographic is hit the hardest?
That’s right, minions. The majority of people effected by any changes to childcare are women.
This is not denying there are plenty of guys out there, being a part of the whole childcare process.
But the stats are in, and women draw the short straw. Previous submissions to the Australian Productivity Commission have shown how good childcare can boost the economy for everyone. It gives opportunity to women where they usually see hurdles they need to manage.
Take away that opportunity, even for just a few hours, and you are reminding women exactly how fragile their opportunities are. How brittle their rights are.
And what a slap in the face on the one day their rights are supposed to be front and centre, both here and around the world.
There are plenty of battles to be had for women’s rights this Wednesday. The last thing we need is for one of those battles to bleed over the grounds we have already fought.
Be bold. Be brave. Be vocal, and stand tall for women’s rights on our internationally recognised day.
But don’t do it on top of the beaten bodies of those still trying to hold the frontline.
* Due to the fact EG Sinister reads my blog (taking notes for his own world domination one day), I find I need to … Manage my language. Trust me, there are better words to describe this mess than Bullshit, but it’s best I can do without paying for his tertiary education via swear jar.