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Mar
Nameya Jacobs The day I’m writing this, it’s International Women’s Day. Every year, on the 8th of March, we (supposedly) celebrate women and their achievements socially, culturally, politically, and economically. I’ve been a woman for 24 years now, have lived through 24 Women’s Days, and I don’r know about you, but I haven’t felt very celebrated. From the minute I could understand gender, I was taught that being a woman would come with a myriad of unwanted responsibilities, courtesy of a demographic who take to the internet to ask if personal hygiene is considered “gay”. Because I was bound to…