I haven’t finished reading the book yet. It’s a brilliant autobiography of a famous Norwegian actor and film director written a quarter of a century ago. But these two lines immediately managed to capture my interest since they are right at the beginning of the autobiography. These words seem simple and they have been written matter-of-factly. And yet, at the same time, as a woman, I feel the pain concealed beneath them.
No matter how modern or progressive we become, there’s this invisible boundary that always tethers a woman to a position beneath a man. And this is true even in the context of the most developed nations in the world. And I have personally experienced the small, seemingly insignificant things that may otherwise pass unnoticed but are actually nuances of the discriminatory attitude that the society still holds for its female members.