Women’s theatre and what to expect

I am an angry woman,

I am a disappointed woman,

I am a hurt woman,

A loud woman, a resentful woman, a


Often, women of colour (or just women, for short) are labelled as being êtres dociles, i.e. beings sweet, docile and malleable. But also complicated. Mixed feelings. Weird, difficult beings, hard to interpret and hard to preserve that sweetness about them. Fragile.

Here is the thing: we are not, nor never will, the embodiment of happiness and colourful candy.

We cannot be. We are humans, after all.

One of the main issues with this misconception about women is the simple fact that, whenever a woman is confronted to a situation where its most dark and rebellious emotions come to the surface, it is face with cognitive dissonance from the spectator. To whom does, according to the social discourse, the spectator equals to? Men.

However, do not forget, spectators are often, if not most of the time, other women.

Spectators of the spectacle that is to observe a woman’s hurt, anger, or loudness, often will stare in awe at that oh-so-interesting-yet-scary-and-somehow-wrong phenomenon, as if they, for the first time, experience the death of a light source, oh so bright and shiny.

I ask myself, Why?

Why, when we know this emotions to be true in men, in our mothers’ reprimands, why do we stare so blankly when we perceive a woman’s anger, and act as if it is outrageous? Why, when we realize how much sense the argumentation behind that hurt and that anger make, we still cannot process the “disrespect” that comes from being shout at?

Granted, there is always a better way to communicate than that of feeling emotions like a volcano’s lava come through our mouths and that a posteriori we regurgitate as fire, but often, we repress those emotions for so long, we do not want to appear as wild, we do not want to lose face, we do not want to fall in that category of women, that all that repression ends up having the opposite effect of what we were looking for: a proper form of communication.

The issue is not with the emotions,

The issue is not with the communication’s vehicle,

The issue lays on the conception that women cannot be vulnerable, women cannot sport those negative emotions, they cannot be negative once in a while, we cannot be human.

So, do not blame the individual spectator that cannot understand your anger, your frustration, your hurt, your disappointment.

Blame the theatre.