Since 2016 the National Library invites us to remember the legacy and figure of the women who dedicated themselves to literature with he Writers’ Daywhich is celebrated on the Monday closest to October 15, given that Teresa of Jesús died that day. The initiative has been so successful that it has achieved several of its objectives in just eight years: that we forget that nothing similar happened before, that certain voices cry out that the attention that women receive is already too much, and let alone women artistsand that in many areas on this day learned gentlemen, with a resume so long and impeccable that they could have the rest of the year to prove ittalk and analyze our work and life. Let’s keep in mind that men know things about us that we don’t even know what we knew. Luckily, someone always appears to remind us, tirelessly.
With a nobel awarded to an author and a Planet which on this occasion has fallen about two women, winner and finalistthe balance between men and women who dedicate themselves to this noble and Cainite profession It is still a very very remote dream. Generations of avid readers you should see women with trophies in their handswith the monotony with which in previous decades we have seen writers doing fair ostentation of his own, before anyone even thought of clamoring for a similar representation.
Luckily for those who get overwhelmed quickly by the speaking female presence (no problem with the presence of silent women: the overwhelming winged beauties who walked the catwalk again on Tuesday at Victoria’s Secret give proof of this) They dedicate just one day to us. Two, if we count on March 8th. Don’t worry. Soon everything will return again to normal.
