There is no greater way to spend the summer, in my opinion, than going through the Everest-size rack of movies in your living room and watching each and every single one. Movies, for some, can stir up all kinds of memories. You got your first kiss during Zoolander, you cried the hardest during Million Dollar Baby. Whatever the story, movies have an overwhelming hold on our emotions.
One movie that stuck out in my collection this summer was Iron Jawed Angels. I ended up watching it three times.
The film didn't stir up any memories but it did put into perspective the memory some women had over eighty years ago: getting the vote. And yet, the strong beats of the music, the nature of the characters, and the angles of the camera which gave off a modern flare, made it seem that women today just received it. That I just received it. A woman my age can watch and feel empowered, even if we've had the right to vote our entire life.
A small group of St. Edward's University students are celebrating women this week and gathering to watch the movie. It's a small gesture for feminism, but it's comforting, I'm sure, to know that even those who didn't have to fight, are still grateful of the outcome.
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