Are We Humans? Or Are We Women?

My Dear Athenas,

I don't have an answer for you. All I can say is that yes, we are just humans. To feel bad or to be a bad person does not - necessarily - come toghether. So I think is ok to feel both, and, at the same time, feel good about it.
I have a confession. I use to keep my feelings to myself. I thought that, that way I would be a better person, more mature and responsable. I was superior. Well, it came out that all I kept for myself turned into something bad for me - most of the time demostrate in a huge stomach ache. Now, I say whatever I want, whenever I want... and being Good About It.
Goethe said: "Life teach us to be less harsh with ourselves and with others". And that's why, sometimes we feel so guilty about feeling good with ourselves cause someone else is bad.
My dearest friend, I tell you, we are women too. And all that we need to know is that we can be anything that we want to. Allow yourself to feel anything. You feel, isn't is just amazing? You're allowed to. So just do it.
As for me, all I can feel is a mix of weird feelings. I miss the one I thought would be the one. He's leaving his safety to fight for a bigger cause. And I, just another woman, am totally concerned with this. Well, at least I'm allowing myself to feel sad.
Funny... the other day a guy - someone I was seeing - told me I can't like somethings, just because I'm a woman... but he could, cause he was a man. I couldn't help but wonder... when did I stopped being a human and became a woman?


Aphrodite

Destined To Be... What?

Dearest Athena,

I've been thinking about our last conversation, when we talked about Simone de Beauvoir. Thinking I would end up more feminist than ever, instead it made me wish to be somebody's wife even more. Don't we all just want to be another woman lit?

Simone lived one of the greatest world's revolutions of the last century. We can definitely say that she contributed enourmously to women's "revolution." However, despite all her contributions to the feminist movement, sometimes I can still feel a little sadness in her words. My impression is that this anguish is due to the complex and ambiguous world of women. The same very sadness that I hear when women that never had children - leaving their personal life for professional life – talking about babies.

And so what? Are we, in one way or another, destined to never feel fulfilled?