The other day I took the metro in Paris: only sad depressive faces, no hope. I had forgot that each time I take the metro there, people look like "about to commit suicide". I then remembered how kind of funny it was to take transportation in Milan, there was always someone that would speak too loud so you could have fun while listening. One of my favourite topic, was around 7.30pm when the mums were at the phone telling their children/husband to be patient or they could always find food in the fridge. It was like if the mum was the god of the food, the only one able to feed her family and that if ever she was late back from work, a catastrophe would happen and the family would have to quest for ready made food... Mums were: “there is this ... from yesterday or you can get some salame or there are eggs and pancetta, you can prepare some pasta”. You could feel the guilt in their voice. Most of the time, they were always with another girl friend, trying to help (or not) by giving ideas of quick recipes. I was finding this incredible, how women are still considered as the one that has to cook for all. Why do they still feel this guilt? So far, guys have hands and should be able to cook as well. Is it at church on Sundays that we teach them to be a good wife and supply good home made meals to their family otherwise they stand for failure/shame of their home ?!!!
Anyway, even if Italy is not a feminist country for sure, in 2 years in Milan I never experimented such sadness in public transportation than in Paris. Each time I go there, I have the feeling of being in death row, and for sure, this is a failure of our french (parisian) society...
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