Under His Eye.

You will have heard this but if you haven’t, then stop what you are doing immediately and go and watch The Handmaid’s Tale. You can thank me later.

Since I started blasting my way through the series box set, it’s made me think about the kind of woman I am and what the future holds for my daughter (& son).

Under His Eye.

There it is again.

That saying.

You hear it a lot in the show, it carries a lot of weight for the characters. I wonder how many times I would have to hear that statement before it started to mean something to me.

Under His Eye.

At first glance, The Handmaid’s Tale is simply a work of fiction, no more.

It raises a lot of issues such as politics and the environment but I’m neither smart enough nor well educated enough to really talk about those things.

The only thing I really know anything about is being female and all that entails, good and bad and that is where the show really hits a nerve for me.

It seems so far fetched, but the sad reality is that there are so many elements of the story which are relevant to women today.

I mean, how many women/girls across the globe have total control over their body and lifestyle choices?

How many women/girls live under oppression?

How many women are kept from or do not have access to education?

How many women/girls are forced into childbirth?

How many women/girls are raped &/or sexually assaulted?

How many women/girls decide what they wear?

How many women/girls can only speak if their Husband grants permission?

How many women/girls live through domestic violence?

How many women/girls do not have control over money?

How many women/girls are treated like slaves and passed around like a commodity?

I could go on but you get the gist. It’s not fiction. It’s real life and it’s shit for far too many.

Under His Eye.

In a world of Trump’s and Putin’s and idiots chanting ‘free Tommy Robinson (because we need more hate speech), it doesn’t seem like much of a leap to the dystopian world Margaret Atwood created.

Because let’s be honest, it’s under His eye, not Hers.

Isn’t that a scary and depressing thought?

I think of 10 year old me asking my parents to send me to boarding school because I knew I would get a better education than at my local Secondary School. I had no concept of paying for school so it seemed like a reasonable request, but I did know what education could do for a girl. Needless to say, my parents (like most), could not afford to send any of us to private school.

I knew from a young age that girls needed to be as smart, if not smarter, than their male counterpart. I knew that girls had to fight a bit harder and I understood that girls could be treated appallingly by men and society at large. I just didn’t (& couldn’t) realise to what extent.

Under His Eye.

I’m watching The Handmaid’s Tale as I write this and it’s gotten all my Spidey-Senses tingling.

As I watch Elisabeth Moss’ character claw and fight for her freedom (and ultimately a better future for her daughter), I wonder how much us women can endure?

I mean that is what we have been doing since the dawn of time, isn’t it? Enduring? Fighting and clawing for what we have and what we know we deserve?

Under His Eye.

There it is again.

That nonsense.

It puts a fire in my belly.

What can I do to ensure a fairer future for my baby girl (& son).

How can I change the shape of the world for the better?

I’m nobody of importance. I’m not somebody with any sway, but I do have a voice and a brain and I am able to educate my children and speak out about things that disgust me. Is that enough? No, of course it isn’t but it is a starting point.

Let’s rewrite the script.

UNDER HER EYE.

4 thoughts on “

  1. What I love about the handmaids tale, book and tv, is that Arwood has said nothing in it hasn’t happened somewhere in the world in history. It’s terrifying but all the more so for being so realistic

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