03/08/2026
So apparently today is International Women’s Day.
Honestly, I’m not even used to marking days like this. I grew up with the Israeli Jewish calendar, and we already have plenty of holidays and events to mark. Now that I’m in the diaspora, it feels like every opportunity becomes a reason to celebrate something… and sell something.
To be fair, I don’t have a problem with Women’s Day. But just so you know, in general I’m not a feminist.
I still think a man should pay on a date.
I still think a man should carry most of the financial responsibility at home.
And I sometimes joke that I hate the woman who first decided we all needed to work.
I don’t understand why everyone assumes every woman needs to be some kind of Wonder Woman who does absolutely everything and never collapses.
I would love to work because I want to, not because I have to. And that’s something the first wave of feminism kind of complicated for us.
When I work because I want to and not because I must, I’m emotionally much more available for myself, for my kids (okay fine, future kids), to organize my home the way I like, fold clothes with intention, cook and bake so there’s always good food around, and still have plenty of time and energy for projects that truly interest me and feel meaningful.
Not projects I take on because I’m stressed about generating income.
And I’m not wishing this life for myself in order to “oppress” the man in the house. I just never felt that equality meant men and women must perform the exact same role.
Also, I don’t need flowers for being strong, a warrior, a lioness. That kind of pressure just gives me pimples on my forehead.
Can we please just be calm, normal women?
All this expectation that we must be 100% at everything all the time is exhausting.
So today is Women’s Day and my message is simple:
Take a breath.
Say “f**k it.”
And just for today, try not to save the world.
Even if every feminist tells you that’s your job.