Saw 'Made in Dagenham' last night at the theatre, that film works so much better when you're surrounded by the people of that era who get all the jokes! Though viewing slightly ruined by an old couple behind me who kept having to tell each other what was going on... The theatre had even managed to score Billy Ivory, an all round jack of all film trades and the writer of this film. His introductory speech was insightful, and he was in no way let down by his wonderful film.
I've grown up in a time where women have the vote, have (mostly) equal pay and are (mostly) no longer spoken to like they're less intelligent, and we're constantly bombarded with demands from previous generations to apprectiate what they did for us. But it's hard, isn't it? Hard to appreciate something that you've not experienced. Of course I'm glad they did it, glad they fought for our rights but I can't turn round and say 'wow, i'm so grateful for those women' when truthfully, I don't often think about it.
In years to come, we can't still penalise women for not thinking about the uproar of the 60s all the time. We've moved on, the world is a very different place now. We can't keep dragging things out of the history archives and desperately try to remember them all out of guilt. Just accept that they were powerful, inspiring women, they protested and fought and ultimately, changed social standards. We are thinking about it. Let us live the life they set up for us.