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hallasimss · 3 months ago
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give me chance anọchikwena ụzọ i kwụchikwee m ụzọ, na aga m ajamụkwa gị, kpowaị!
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sicparvismorrigan · 5 months ago
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Friendly Fire - Chapter Two: Acting Up
Ellie Thibodeaux holds arguably the worst job in Bridgehead City. She’s not a cook. She’s not even a cleaner. She’s the resident RDA psychiatrist, and her next assignment is helping the formerly deceased Project Phoenix come to terms with being brought back to life as an entirely different species.
Enter Colonel Miles Quaritch, the most reluctant, and most challenging patient she’s ever had the displeasure of treating.
James Cameron’s Avatar - The Way of Water (2022)
Recombinant Quaritch x ofc (currently professional/platonic, enemies/annoyances to friends, could be more & Quaritch x Paz Socorro
Warnings: mild swears
Tagging: @kmc1989 (lmk if you want added to the taglist!)
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Chapter One | Chapter Three
Acting Up
That’s just the Colonel, sweetheart! Try harder next time, m’kay?
Try harder?
Like he wasn’t some impassable brick wall of a man…alien…whatever…that she had absolutely zero common ground with?
Nope. Just try harder.
Sure thing, boss.
Luckily, her other patients were gradually warming up to her. Wainfleet was surprisingly forthcoming, after he figured out that Tibbs wasn’t the only one who liked comic books. Just a big kid with a gun. Absolutely nothing to dissect there.
Zdinarsk had shyly asked for help managing her braid, then invited Ellie to “come hang” with her and the other recoms sometime, whatever that meant.
It was only Quaritch who was being deliberately obtuse.
But Ellie had another problem. She was the talk of Bridgehead. Sure, for the reason that the Colonel was her new patient. And for the bigger issue that somebody had blabbed about her missing arm. Now there were stares and sly sideways looks wherever she went. She couldn’t stand the whispering. It made her mad as all Hell that she was no longer invisible. That everybody knew her by sight and reputation, for her handicap.
I am not a victim. I am a survivor.
The mantra her very own ‘shrink’ had given her as armour. Over and over and over in her head.
Session Two did not get off to a good start. She’d have bet her next paycheque on Quaritch ditching her couch.
In fact, he’d shown up early. She was the one who was late by being on time.
Jeez, she couldn’t stand him. She was going to be extremely unprofessional in 3…2…1…
“Off the record, before we begin-“ Ellie spoke up as she lowered herself into her human-sized chair. “Can I have a word with you?”
“Sure thing, shrink-wrap.”
”Stop-“ She grumbled and rubbed her temples. “Hm. Kindly refrain from calling me that, please.”
“Since you asked nicely.”
Ellie sighed with relief. “Thank you.”
“I’ll save it for special occasions.”
She groaned out loud.
“And bank holidays.”
“You-…” Ellie faltered before regaining her rhythm and setting her mouth in a firm line. “Ugh, whatever.”
Quaritch was looking at her expectantly.
“So-“ She demanded. “Who’d you tell about my arm?!”
“Say what now?” He seemed genuinely surprised.
“People have been talking about me behind my back, since our last session.” She complained. “I don’t appreciate that. Not one bit.”
“Hey there-“ He held up a hand to hush her. ”I ain’t said shit about your rusty-ass arm!”
She regarded him suspiciously. His expression was genuine enough. ”Really?”
“Not a word.” The Colonel actually looked offended. “What, you think you’re the first handicap I’ve worked with?”
Of course she wasn’t. There was another.
“You ain’t special.” He huffed. “So you done actin’ up? Or what?”
“Well, somebody said something.” Ellie muttered.
“Good thing I’m not paying for your so-called help, ‘cause so far: not impressed. Un-pro-fess-io-nal.” He emphasised each syllable, making her cower down in embarrassment. “Now, where were we?”
Ellie hated it. Couldn't stand how he just took control over anything she tried to do.
”Oh yeah. That’s right…“ He leaned closer to her, fixing her with an intense stare. “What bit ya?”
”Nuh-uh.” Ellie shook her head. “Not doing it.”
“Come on now, Doc. Holding out on me will get you nowhere. I’m a patient man.”
Now she had him.
Ellie cocked an eyebrow, glancing up from her notebook. ”Man?”
A cheap shot. And it clearly stung like a mother. Fight instincts of both human and alien beast kicked in. Fists clenched and fangs bared before the Colonel could collect himself.
She didn’t so much as blink at his intimidation tactic and once again the room was plunged into silence.
“Hey now. Are you done-“ She spoke calmly, mimicking his tone, letting her lips curl upwards into a smirk. “-acting up?”
”Smart mouth.” He nodded slowly, almost appreciatively. “So tell me, what exactly did you plan on doing next?”
“Next?” She was lost.
“I could give you a disciplinary for your attitude towards a superior officer.” Ellie felt the beads of sweat break out on her forehead, even in the air-conned space. “Easily. But I’m interested to see how this plays out, so I’m gonna let that one slide.”
”Why?” She didn’t understand.
“That was a nice little spark.” He grinned. “Took you long enough. But I want to see if I can get you breathing fire.”
Ellie blinked, taken aback. Did he just green-light her to cuss him out?
It would be plumbing the depths of professional conduct for sure, but they didn’t exactly teach you how to deal with the dead resurrected in medical school.
Quaritch rolled his eyes at her, still gawping at him stupidly.
“Listen. Ardmore isn’t the only one around here who can get you the things you need.” He spelled it out for her. “Or want. So play nice.”
“Huh.” She mulled the thought over. Interesting.
“Talk.” He urged her.
Ellie sighed heavily. He really wasn’t going to drop it. May as well put the elephant in the room out of its misery.
Here we go.
”A former patient attacked me. I wanted to refer him to someone else, and he didn’t take it very well at all.” She explained quietly. ”He choked out my receptionist…then came after me.”
Quaritch nodded, his expression neutral. No shock, but no sympathy, no condolence either. “How’d you get away?”
There was a long pause.
”Barely.” She swallowed the bile back down as she finally answered. Trickle-feed the information.
Make the bond.
“I see.” The Colonel remained stony-faced. “Been there, kid.”
“Uh-huh.”
Not a victim not a victim not a victim.
“Listen, you ain’t the only one here got bit by something you staked your trust in.” Ellie’s head jerked, when Colonel spoke again, he sounded surprisingly gentle. “You just have the mighty fine privilege of still being alive in the traditional sense.”
“For the record-“ She admitted “-I spoke out against bringing you back, Quaritch.”
Hoo boy, that might sting too.
“That’s cold, girly.” The snarl was lingering around the corners of his mouth again, fangs glinting with every word. “You wanted me to stay dead, huh?”
“No rest for the wicked.” She answered dryly. “But maybe you deserve that.”
“Pretty sure the entire Na’vi population would agree with you there.” He nodded. “But a philosophiser you ain’t, you’re one of them other p-words that get paid a lot more.”
Ellie frowned, unsure if he was strategically calling her other bad names in lieu of shrink-wrap.
“Project Phoenix is unethical. But since there is no moral legislation for Pandoran natives, or recombinants, my hands are tied. I’ve been told to treat you, so I have to.” It was her turn to spell things out. “But, I’m not sure how much I can help someone who so clearly doesn’t want it.”
”True.” He agreed. “So then just give up.”
“No!” Ellie fired back. “What part don’t you get about I have to?”
“If you’re so convinced I’m beyond saving, Doc-“ He spread his hands out wide for emphasis “-why even bother? Throw in the towel.”
“I’ve been given this assignment by Ardmore.” “I need to see it through.” She insisted. “Even if you don’t get anything out of this…at least I tried.”
“Oh, I’m getting plenty.” The Colonel nodded. “But no job’s worth wasting your life on.”
”That what you tell your troops?” Project Phoenix was potentially a suicide mission.
“They know what’s at stake. And as for you…you ain’t got my respect, yet.” Quaritch smiled grimly. “But you have my attention, for now.”
“Maybe that’s enough.” Ellie suggested. “For us to work together.”
“Symbiosis.” He nodded. “I like a project.”
Ellie wrinkled her nose in indignation. He was supposed to be her project.
“My men tell me you’re alright.” Quaritch mentioned abruptly. “‘Tibbs ain’t as bad as the other science pukes’, that’s what they said.”
“Did they now?” Ellie’s interest was piqued.
“Where I’m from, that’s a hefty compliment.” He cocked his head, ears pricking up. “I heard Z offered you an invitation.”
“She did.”
”I also heard you ain’t taken her up on it yet.”Quaritch tutted and gave her a stern look that made her want to disappear down into her own boots, like a child being scolded. “Bad manners.”
“I, uh-…“ The scientists didn’t socialise with the recom soldiers. It wasn’t a hard-and-fast rule, but it might as well be.
“You’d do well to accept that offer, while it lasts.” He warned her. “Or I’ll go back to callin’ ya shrink-wrap.”
”I’ll think about it, Colonel.” Ellie offered a small smile.
“Good.” Finally, he seemed pleased about something. “Be seein’ ya then, kiddo.”
After he left, she sat for a long time, trying to analyse their session so she could write her report. Trying to analyse him.
Quaritch wasn’t the only one holding one Hell of a grudge. Who would stop at nothing for vengeance against those who had crossed them.
She understood. Because they were the same.
Ellie would have given another of her limbs to avenge the one she’d lost. To make the bastard that took her arm, and very nearly her life, suffer beyond belief.
She and the Colonel had more in common than either of them were willing to admit.
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cartasquenuncaentregue · 2 years ago
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evergreen-dryad · 9 months ago
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going to try and put down any simple thoughts I have instead of staring into space with a clench in my heart and strong emotions.
all of it is wisdom. Sometimes it made me laugh a lot. Sometimes it made me laugh in a sobbing way for how things still were. Sometimes it made me angry too, in a way that says 'things must change'. Sometimes it made me go 'oh', in a way that says 'i recognise this in real life. She put it into words, the wrong feeling I had.'
It was always thought-provoking.
2 Feminist Tools:
First: 'I matter. I matter equally. Not 'if only'. Not 'as long as'. I matter equally. Full stop.
Second: Can you reverse X and get the same results? eg. If Chudi sleeps with another woman and you forgive him, would the same be true if you slept with another man?
The conversational, warm tone, as if you are a friend listening in (it was originally written for a friend whose daughter was just born, who asked 'how can I raise my daughter feminist?') works so well, and makes it so accessible for a topic as thorny as feminism, and one that can easily get lost in jargon.
The wry humour and occasional snark was delicious too, and added to the readableness of this (it's a really thin book!!)
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She just says it simply. She says it as it is, with bravery and honesty.
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That. Is the best ending for this book.
It's a lot of reflection and thought distilled into one book -- about equality for everyone, between men and women, bad and good, and the spectrum in between, and emphasises acceptance of all diversity. And to be honest, open-minded, and to question all social norms.
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haggishlyhagging · 1 year ago
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You remember how a journalist unilaterally decided to give me a new name—Mrs. Husband's Surname—on learning that I was married, and how I asked him to stop because that was not my name. I will never forget the smoldering hostility from some Nigerian women in response to this. It is interesting that there was more hostility, in general, from women than from men, many of whom insisted on calling me what was not my name, as though to silence my voice.
I wondered about that, and thought that perhaps for many of them, my choice represented a challenge to their idea of what is the norm.
Even some friends made statements like "You are successful and so it is okay to keep your name." Which made me wonder: Why does a woman have to be successful at work in order to justify keeping her name?
The truth is that I have not kept my name because I am successful. Had I not had the good fortune to be published and widely read, I would still have kept my name. I have kept my name because it is my name. I have kept my name because I like my name.
There are people who say "Well, your name is also about patriarchy because it is your father's name." Indeed. But the point is simply this: Whether it came from my father or from the moon, it is the name that I have had since I was born, the name with which I traveled my life's milestones, the name I have answered to since that first day I went to kindergarten on a hazy morning and my teacher said, "Answer 'present' if you hear your name. Number one: “Adichie!”
-Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Dear Ijeawele, or, A Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions
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alexcabotgf · 11 months ago
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4, 5, 14 & 18! ❤️
4. Movie of the year? already answered here, but the matrix baby!! where have they been all my life
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5. TV show of the year? also answered here, but a runner up would be jessica jones. never expected to have this much fun watching it and YET
14. Favorite book you read this year? answered here, but another good one was dear ijeawele, or a feminist manifesto in fifteen suggestions by chimamanda ngozi adichie!
18. A memorable meal this year? can't really think of one specific meal but i, an avid sushi hater of 12 years, started eating sushi again and now i can't stop
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dont-justdont · 1 year ago
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"This is the catastrophic consequence of likeability. We have a world full of women who are unable to exhale fully because they have for so long been conditioned to hold themselves into shapes to make themselves likeable."
Dear Ijeawele, or a Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions (by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie)
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hofculctr · 20 days ago
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21st Annual Great Writers, Great Readings Series – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
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CHIMAMANDA NGOZI ADICHIE was born in Nigeria in 1977. She is the author of three novels, Purple Hibiscus (2003), Half of a Yellow Sun (2006), and Americanah (2013), of a short story collection, The Thing around Your Neck (2009), and of three books of non-fiction, We Should All Be Feminists (2014), Dear Ijeawele, or A Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions (2017), and Notes on Grief (2021). Ms. Adichie’s work has been translated into over thirty languages. She has received numerous awards and distinctions, including the Orange Broadband Prize for Fiction (2007) and a MacArthur Foundation Fellowship (genius grant)” (2008).
She has also been named one of TIME Magazine’s 100 Most Influential People in the World in 2015, and in 2017, Fortune Magazine named her one of the World’s 50 Greatest Leaders.
Thursday, October 16, 6:30 p.m. The Fortunoff Theater, Monroe Lecture California Avenue, South Campus
This event is FREE and open to the public. Advance registration is required. More info and to RSVP visit https://tinyurl.com/4wmm8njs
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lboogie1906 · 2 months ago
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Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (September 15, 1977) is a Nigerian writer whose works range from novels to short stories to nonfiction. She was described in The Times Literary Supplement as “the most prominent” of a “procession of critically acclaimed young anglophone authors [who] is succeeding in attracting a new generation of readers to African literature”.
She has written the novels Purple Hibiscus (2003), Half of a Yellow Sun (2006), and Americanah (2013), the short story collection The Thing Around Your Neck (2009), and the book-length essay We Should All Be Feminists (2014). Her most recent book, Dear Ijeawele, or A Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions, was published in March 2017. In 2008, she was awarded a MacArthur Genius Grant. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence
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sicparvismorrigan · 11 months ago
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Friendly Fire - Prologue
Ellie Thibodeaux holds arguably the worst job in Bridgehead City. She’s not a cook. She’s not even a cleaner. She’s the resident RDA psychiatrist, and her next assignment is helping the formerly deceased Project Phoenix come to terms with being brought back to life as an entirely different species.
Enter Colonel Miles Quaritch, the most reluctant, and most challenging patient she’s ever had the displeasure of treating.
James Cameron’s Avatar - The Way of Water (2022)
Recombinant Quaritch x ofc (currently professional/platonic, enemies/annoyances to friends, could be more) & Quaritch x Paz Socorro
Warnings: currently none
Tagging: If you want tagged for this series let me know! It is gonna be a longread, we all know how I LOVE a longread
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| Chapter 1
Prologue
Dead man walking!
That was what the RDA soldiers had yelled in her direction as she stepped off the Valkyrie onto Pandoran soil late last year.
She tried to walk proudly into the buildings of Bridgehead City, with her head held high and her back straight. It was easier in the lower gravity. Intimidation might work on greenhorns, but it wasn’t going to work on her.
She’d already been through more in her life than any of them would ever know.
“This better than Earth.” Ellie struggled to convince herself as she got used to breathing with an exopack for the first time. “It has to be.”
A second chance. A second life. Wasn’t that a saying amongst the natives? That you were born twice?
Ellie dug that. She’d take all the chances she could get.
Six years of cryosleep for this. She was guaranteed Paradise, back on Earth when she signed on with the RDA. Instead, all she ever saw of Pandora was infrastructure, concrete and steel.
None of the greenery, impossible colours and bioluminescence her orientation literature had promised. It was too dangerous, apparently. The local tribes were still referred to as hostiles. The RDA had tried, and failed, to tame Pandora.
Her world was brown, grey and that disgusting khaki green she had grown to hate. Same colour as the food she was served in the canteen every damn day.
Bridgehead was plenty hostile as it was.
She didn’t fit with the two main factions in Bridgehead. Not a soldier, neither a scientist.
A goddamn shrink. That was what everyone called her. Intellectuals and hired thugs alike. They didn’t think she was useful, or necessary. She didn’t study the native wildlife or know how to handle a gun. She didn’t speak Na’vi. Practically useless in survival situations.
“Tibbs!”
General Ardmore caught her attention after breakfast. Ellie didn’t like the older woman much, she was a textbook narcissist, but fortunately she wasn’t paid her generous annual salary to like people. That would cost you extra.
“Guess who woke up yesterday?”
Ellie silently stared at the name on the file in Ardmore’s hand. She’d heard the stories, which by now seemed more like legends passed down through the generations of human settlers. This particular soldier, and future patient of hers, was the one member of Project Phoenix she was least looking forward to meeting.
He had quite the reputation. Even from beyond the figurative grave.
“That’s right, sweetheart-“ Ardmore grinned widely at the pained expression on her face. “Colonel Miles Quaritch, back from the dead.”
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evergreen-dryad · 8 months ago
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xy's media thread 2024!
I'm going to count music (with story/series) as part of this. Books I'll try to actually write my thoughts out on. Try. Ongoing 'can't be finished' games:
garden galaxy
usagi shima
A Kinder World
Genshin
January
tress and the emerald sea
simon vs the homosapiens agenda (proper reread)
leah on the offbeat
corpse party (2021)
rise of the guardians (#3 rewatch!)
densha otoko manga
that Loveit? music vid duology ish (biz)
After Marchen [Tajima Ikuno] (i like it a lot!! aaa more chaps pls)
started:
Manga: Mushishi (again after watching an ep a couple years back! Here to try again!)
Started a webtoon, don't think I'll continue it (feels very cliche)
webtoon #2 The Pale Lady that looks really pretty
various books: red azalea, Becoming A Writer by Dorothea Brande, Steering the Craft [A 21st Century Guide to Sailing the Sea of Story] Ursula K Le Guin, Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett
NewNaratif short stories on queer ecology
February
finished snow flower and the secret fan, lisa see
animal farm, george orwell
Dear Ijeawele: A Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (-the sudden caps for her in respect is deserved)
interesting song: Pilvet liikkuu, minä en by Yona. really want to check her out more
started: Nights into dreams
Dungeon Meshi
The Witch and The Beast
Kusuriya no Hitorigoto (watching with friends)
The Gene of AI (excited for this!!)
Cherry Magic!! the anime
Milgram
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absurdly-useful · 1 year ago
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I decided to dig up the original post, in case anyone wanted to reblog that instead @liberalsarecool or @wilwheaton:
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Identifying/understanding [GOP] misogyny.
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haggishlyhagging · 1 year ago
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The shame we attach to female sexuality is about control. Many cultures and religions control women's bodies in one way or another. If the justification for controlling women's bodies were about women themselves, then it would be understandable. If, for example, the reason was "women should not wear short skirts because they can get cancer if they do." Instead the reason is not about women, but about men. Women must be "covered up" to protect men. I find this deeply dehumanizing because it reduces women to mere props used to manage the appetites of men.
-Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Dear Ijeawele, or, A Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions
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earthismommy · 9 months ago
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“Encourage her to speak her mind, to say what she really thinks, to speak truthfully. And then praise her when she does. Praise her especially when she takes a stand that is difficult or unpopular because it happens to be her honest position. Tell her that kindness matters. Praise her when she is kind to other people. But teach her that her kindness must never be taken for granted. Tell her that she too deserves the kindness of others. Teach her to stand for what is hers. If another child takes her toy without her permission, ask her to take it back. Tell her that if anything ever makes her uncomfortable, to speak up, to say, to shout.”
“DEAR IJEAWELE, OR A FEMINIST MANIFESTO IN FIFTEEN SUGGESTIONS”
By Chimamanda Adichie
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julietsha · 1 year ago
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Chère Ijeawele ... de Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (2017)
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judyconda · 2 years ago
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“Teach her that the idea of ‘gender roles’ is absolute nonsense. Do not ever tell her that she should or should not do something because she is a girl. ‘Because you are a girl’ is never reason for anything. Ever.” ― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Book author of "Dear Ijeawele, or a Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions" Celebrated an yearly March 8, International Women's Day is one of the most important days of the year to celebrate women's achievements, raise awareness about women's equality. Furthermore, International Women's Day is a global day celebrating the social, economic, cultural and political achievements of women. The day also marks a call to action for accelerating gender parity. Significant activity is witnessed worldwide as groups come together to celebrate women's achievements or rally for women's equality. 🌸💐💕 Happy Women's Day to strong, intelligent, talented and simply wonderful women! Don't ever forget that you are loved and appreciated. * Like me. Only a woman can almost die and give birth at the same time. Be proud to be a woman. This day belongs to you. May you prosper and stood affirm in the course of life. : #internationalwomensday #womansday #womansday2023 #internationalwomensday2023 #womansmonth #womansmonth2023 #woman #empowedwomen #pinkWednesday #pinkWednesdays #mystique #spiritique #BABAEPOAKO #BABAEKA #BABAEAKO #VirgoWoman #virgo #virgozodiac #MysticalWoman #mysticwoman #Wednesday #WednesdayVibes #virgoenergy #equality #equalityisforeveryone #womansrights #womansright #sheher 💛 #girlpower #womanpower https://www.instagram.com/p/CphRucxyAIb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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