Women and Words
In several cultures, women are associated with gossip, long late night talks, singing, and of course, nagging. We are good with words, sending them out in staccato sentences, in high-pitched tones. We can talk for hours on end, without having to get up off our arses or wanting to wet our throats.
Women have always been associated with oral literature from the beginning of Womankind. And mothers all the more so. Singing lullabies to the kid at their breast, humming a tune while doing chores or silent-singing their songs without any noise when babies sleep.
So why’s that we don’t see written literature by women much? Is it because women in the past never wrote? That’s not true. Anais Nin was one of the pioneers of self publishing, even having her own hand-fed printing press, in the beginning of the 20th century. Women before have scratched images onto cave wells, written on Vedic tablets, taken notes on papyrus and published work. But where have they gone? What happened to the medical diaries of Hypatia of the Mediterranean? Who refused to give credit to the women contributors of the Rig Veda?
Somewhere down the centuries, we’ve accepted writing to be a male pastime or occupation. That’s what happened, folks.