Sunday, August 10, 2008

Equal Rights Achieved: Indian Women Working Car Wash

I guess that's better than AmeriKa's measure, where it is how much like a man she can be.

You know, like equality rests on, oh, say, military jobs, etc.

Please see
The Role of Feminism in the New World Order for how betrayed I feel by the "left-liberation" crowd.

And now they want to destroy Indian society.


"Opportunity knocks with untraditional jobs in India; New, expanding professions are breaking norms" by Emily Wax, Washington Post | August 10, 2008

BANGALORE, India - In an increasingly affluent India, Mahesh's job is one of many new or rapidly expanding professions that are breaking norms and creating fresh opportunities for the country's young generation.

Women now work as gas station attendants, filling tanks and checking oil, shrugging off suggestions that they're prostitutes. Indian magazines are filled with stories about hip new career prospects: disc jockeys and bouncers at nightclubs that opened after many middle-class Indians gave up their habit of drinking only in private clubs or at home.

Bright billboards hang in nearly every small town with ads featuring stylish young women enrolled in flight-attendant training schools, a glamorous job in a country where trains were long the primary mode of long-distance transport. And women can now work as bartenders, after the Supreme Court of India recently overturned a 1914 British colonial-era law that blocked them from the profession.

How come the rest of the world is converting to cars and Americans are being told to lip-lock the exhaust pipe and hop on a bike?

The new jobs are especially empowering to India's middle- and working-class women. By becoming economically independent, they are delaying marriage, a trend that is slowly changing the male-dominated power dynamic in South Asia.

Good thing AmeriKa isn't dominated by males.

Women have seen the biggest growth in the range of opportunities. The women cleaning windshields and filling tanks at an all-female gas station in New Delhi wear baseball caps and neatly pressed yellow and green uniforms. Many say they had only a few years of basic education and came from poorer states, hoping to find employment as construction workers or servants. But those jobs are often low-paid, with long hours.

So that's the great future, ladies: working a GAS STATION!!!

Ladies, does the MSM condescension ever get to you?

Rekhan Saksena made the move to New Delhi after her father died last year. She soon read in the paper about the all-female gas station. "It was such a good environment, working with other women in a clean place with shade. My sister also moved here and joined another station," said Saksena, 23, a thin woman with a confident demeanor.

Some of the male customers are rude, however. "They say, 'Fill up the tank faster. Or how do you know how to do this?' " lamented Mini Adhek, 24, who came from a farming village in Orissa. "We just act professionally."

On a recent afternoon, a retired secret service officer disparaged the women and said he was sure that they were prostitutes. In India, the old-generation thinking is that women who work must be desperate - and must also therefore be sex workers. Saksena and her co-workers said they ignore those kind of notions.

Saksena said her mother was horrified on first hearing that her daughter would be serving strangers, and at a gas station. But when her mother saw her plentiful monthly salary, part of which was shared with her, she cried, then went shopping for food and a sari.

"We are delaying marriage, we are living on our own," Saksena said, as she gave a customer change. "Now we have new jobs and our own lives."

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I hate to say it, but that is the point of the NWO agenda: DESTROY FAMILY STRUCTURES!

I mean, LOOK at AmeriKa and our awful our sense of community and family.

Case closed, readers.

And look, I'm not for oppressing anyone.

It is just THEIR BUSINESS and THEIR SOCIETY'S JOB to sort things out!!!

I'm tired of CRAMMING and GETTING CRAMMED propagandistic ideology down my throat, 'kay?