Yes, it ends in August and I said nothing of my film course. Ended in late July and the first for the corrections, then because I was sick, then because I was lazy ... would postpone the time to value.
But, as always, was a wonderful course that exceeds the minimum academic and experience becomes enriching life.
Because when I do my course I forget that I'm doing a course. I prefer to feel like a woman sharing my thoughts, my ambitions, my world view. Most of my students are women and men who are (increasing number) are those who do not mind cultivate their femininity, otherwise not attend a course in women.
Thus, women and feminine men, it is easier to share what they think. That the matter be movies or mythology, or literature, is not important. The important thing is to create among all a warm and begin to release what we have inside, what concerns us as women, discrimination, the complex, the joys, the injustices, the laughter, the fears, questions ... I am always surprised
same thing: how little women know about ourselves. Used to measure ourselves by the standard male and patriarchal, we know nothing or very little about our potential, our power, our true desires on the rest of the world's women past and present. Used to admire the beauty from the male point of view, we must learn to look the other way to perceive another beauty. That may not match the fees, which may then blow conventional beauty, but that, once trained in practice that different way of looking, offers a kind of satisfaction different because they no longer restrict ourselves to admire the best, most important, most expensive, more modern, but admired what is worthy in our eyes, our real eyes of sincere admiration.
And so, in the course of film, we learned to admire the group of Free Women of the Second Republic, the "New Woman" of the 30, who was trying to pretend to be modern and if you attempt fell short by pressure social. A post-war women, gagged with the weapons of the seam and the broom to prove themselves as women, the dark bedroom and accusing fingers on the street. In the crazy girls in the transition, which were dyed hair and the soul of rebellion and took to the streets to shout their freedom. We learned to mourn the abusers hits of patriarchy, to smile with bittersweet tones by the vicissitudes of today's women, trapped in a pink dream never satisfied until exercise of superwomen in a world of middle men.
And once again, I met women. Wonderful women, some who finished the race, other combining the course with their work and family, others who did everything at once: career, work and family.
And again, thank you for everything you have taught me, for the affection you have given me and my hat is humbled by their courage and patience to listen to my rants.
Women Power!
But, as always, was a wonderful course that exceeds the minimum academic and experience becomes enriching life.
Because when I do my course I forget that I'm doing a course. I prefer to feel like a woman sharing my thoughts, my ambitions, my world view. Most of my students are women and men who are (increasing number) are those who do not mind cultivate their femininity, otherwise not attend a course in women.
Thus, women and feminine men, it is easier to share what they think. That the matter be movies or mythology, or literature, is not important. The important thing is to create among all a warm and begin to release what we have inside, what concerns us as women, discrimination, the complex, the joys, the injustices, the laughter, the fears, questions ... I am always surprised
same thing: how little women know about ourselves. Used to measure ourselves by the standard male and patriarchal, we know nothing or very little about our potential, our power, our true desires on the rest of the world's women past and present. Used to admire the beauty from the male point of view, we must learn to look the other way to perceive another beauty. That may not match the fees, which may then blow conventional beauty, but that, once trained in practice that different way of looking, offers a kind of satisfaction different because they no longer restrict ourselves to admire the best, most important, most expensive, more modern, but admired what is worthy in our eyes, our real eyes of sincere admiration.
And so, in the course of film, we learned to admire the group of Free Women of the Second Republic, the "New Woman" of the 30, who was trying to pretend to be modern and if you attempt fell short by pressure social. A post-war women, gagged with the weapons of the seam and the broom to prove themselves as women, the dark bedroom and accusing fingers on the street. In the crazy girls in the transition, which were dyed hair and the soul of rebellion and took to the streets to shout their freedom. We learned to mourn the abusers hits of patriarchy, to smile with bittersweet tones by the vicissitudes of today's women, trapped in a pink dream never satisfied until exercise of superwomen in a world of middle men.
And once again, I met women. Wonderful women, some who finished the race, other combining the course with their work and family, others who did everything at once: career, work and family.
And again, thank you for everything you have taught me, for the affection you have given me and my hat is humbled by their courage and patience to listen to my rants.
Women Power!
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