Why?
We spend a lot of time together, that question and I. We're rarely apart. Most days it rolls around in my mind, sits in on my life. We stand together during quiet times and lie together on nights when I can't sleep. It seems to keep vigil by my thoughts.
Why?
Yes, Why? There are many things to question. The usual stuff of bleeding hearts and media outlets - tragedies, accidents, war. The political stuff - discrimination against lifestyle, religion, background, gender. And we can't forget about limited access to health, the devaluation of life and privileged care.
But something I have spent far too much time thinking over is Why? more people don't have this codependent relationship with Why? Because I can't seem to get away from it, even on days when I've had enough and find myself staring dumbly at someone as they tell me a supposed truism.
Little girls are so much quieter than little boys.
In those moments I can feel it snake it's way up my throat and pull itself over my molars to the tip of my tongue and all of a sudden...
Why?
It's free. And it just hangs in the air, between me and that other person, casting a certain tension about the room. Sometimes that tension is just a whiff but oftentimes it's an overpowering odour. And it's during those times I just stand there wishing I had another companion. That I'd found something more polite and friendly than this combative, inconvenient and unattractive question.
But I cannot be free of it because it's times like these (and times like those), that Why? needs to be everywhere. Should be everywhere. As we encounter social norms and life choices we need it to be with us. As we advocate and support. As we criticize and rebel.
As we blindly accept that things are the way they are because that this is just the way things are, it needs to be with us.
Why?
We see it in the vaccine debate. Anti-vaccination advocates have long asked Why? they must vaccinate their children when there is so much at stake.
We see it in the education of women. Women have long asked Why? they must be polite, nurture the family unit, have it all, mind the children.
We see it in health care. Patients have long asked Why? some receive care and others don't, Why? they should choose one form of care over an alternative, Why? someone else is in charge.
We see it in parenting. Parents have long asked Why? their children are not being protected from toxic chemicals, Why? they should raise their children a certain way, Why? they have to buy happy and healthy childhoods for their families.
But often when we ask the tough questions, we forget to listen to the answers. The anti-vaccination community fought so hard to be heard that many stopped fighting for the knowledge. Women fought so hard to be seen that many stopped fighting to be accepted. Patients fought so hard for a choice that many stopped fighting to make that choice. Parents fought so hard to protect their children that many stopped fighting the real enemies.
Why?
And there it is, the reason I have such a close relationship with Why? The reason I write about our responsibility to protect our society and not just our own children. The reason I write about protecting my perfect little daughter from rose-coloured predation. Why I write about the need to have a voice in health care. Why I write about alternative parenting styles. Why I write about public health, the colour pink, breastfeeding, strollers, gender roles, equality, health, care, patriarchy...
It's because Why? is my tenant. My hobby. My lifeline. A member of my family. We cannot take anything for granted as we have everything at stake.
But sometimes, it also makes the world a very lonely place.
And in these times, I can't help but wonder Why?Video by CarbonNYC







