Define a Woman?

The world is whirring at an increasingly fast rate, ideas are flung into the mix, as sugar to batter baking soon after the fact into a new reality cake. New expressions filter through for the older person and by the time they have grasped a meaning of sorts it has flitted off into another reality.

Confusion reigns except for the young, old realities merge and distort confusing all but the young. Politicians cannot keep up with the dogma and often flail amongst mountains of politically correct usages. Who would have thought politicians are now stumped by the question, what is a woman. Who thought we would stumble around looking for an acceptable definition so as not to offend the ravening crowd.

Once more, as women, we are fighting for identity in a period of Western social history that could be described as a massive upheaval of beliefs.

Over decades we have chained ourselves to railings of buildings, we have nursed wounded soldiers in the Crimea and on the Western front, (my great Aunty Fan), we have rescued unwanted children and pioneered orphanages (Sister Kate), we have played cricket and football and boxed and held our hands high in triumph but now we do no longer know who or what we are.

Define a woman?

This question has male politicians flummoxed for any answer is sure to offend one or more biological, cis, queer, or trans women plus plus.

Without this vital piece of equipment, none of us would exist.