by Barbablog
Brunetta knows the 'package' that touches us every day to women?
Let's pretend that the Minister Brunetta retirement age on the equation of men and women is a serious thing, it's just a taunt, a joke, or a distortion of the media.
Let's pretend that there are jobs that break your back and suck blood, and we also pretend that if we decide to equate the rights of men and women, we should start from wages and access to work and not age retirement. Let's pretend that the European Court, which calls for equality, did not ask a lot of other things which the government does not care.
Let's pretend that in Italy there is an obstinate lack of attention to women's issues, that there should be some nurseries, that there are husbands that do not keep separate the children, above all, let's pretend, even if we do take drugs or hypnotize us, that in Italy the care of the family is equally divided between males and females.
Let's pretend, just pretend that the work is not an issue too serious to joke about it, and we appeal to our Brunetta: "Maybe."
Maybe, my dear minister, women could retire at sixty but not a hundred years. Thirty million Rite Levi Montalcini, fresh hair, smiling and in love with their work. For most women, except those that are horrible or strenuous work, except those who are exploited, work is a vacation, a diversion, a stroll over to the package inclusive is up to them from the moment they decide to start a family (as well as the hardened single touch sooner or later, because sooner or later they all have elderly parents, or at least hopefully, and men who take care of daily parents' needs, there are a few around).
If you do not get to work already half death for getting up early to do some 'work at home, go to supermarket and accompany their children to school before going to the office during the day if you do not always take care of a compartment on the timetable of school children, who picks them, who leads them in the pool, if they took the medicine, what you eat tonight, who goes to collect the sweaters in the laundry, how many hours did this month, the baby-sitter and how the caretaker of his grandfather, and I do the ATM because the baby-sitter does not take checks, and the woman in the hours of hot flashes of menopause and children who make damage and stretch more, and you have to buy the sand cat, and did the pear juice for breakfast Ciccio Ciccia and that is in the sixth grade at both what you eat, and that the suit will be dry tomorrow is already Thursday and gymnastics?
But even with a portion of the brain always striving to be worshiped as we would like to give the best of us, and who sometimes give the worst time to time are broken, we like to work a lot, and we are also very good. I'm not saying better, dear Minister, because I look like a party. But I think so. But that's another story.
