The old Greek myth says that Medusa was a wonderfully beautiful and attractive woman. After Poseidon's rape of Medusa, the goddess Athena, for rage, punished her and turned her into a monster. By his hair he put in his head a mob with eleven snakes and petrified everyone who dared to look in his eyes. Patriarchal justice is not an invention of our time.

Although the story is completely misogynistic, we women* are, in some way, the Jellyfish of our century. They want us beautiful and quiet, while we're sitting upside down and screaming. We too have had to learn how to turn what we want to offend into stone. Hartos, we have developed our own system of protection, of petrifying, of deconstructing the false humanity that we have built. What hurts us is to be astonished and get away from us with a kick.

The marriage between capitalism and patriarchy has already consolidated its roles. You Wall Street wolves, you Wall Street wolves, you Wall Street wolves. The square and the capital have been the property of men. Our work has less economic and social value both inside and outside the home. If gold is valid, collect the month of October. But all the work done in exchange for a kiss (and many times in exchange for a blow) also becomes stone and launches against the system until it cracks. We've long decided to stop being raised.

How to behave, what to dress, when to undress, who to cry, who to laugh, who to love, what to think, how to love, what to feel, how to do, what to silence, how to say, what yes, how not. What it was. Who it was. How to be. They have decided on our part so far. It was a dress that we had been asked for all our lives. But we've also shaped the silk dress in stone, and we've guessed its unbearable weight, it's broken our neck and our desires, until we've stripped and we've decided to jump naked.

Pulse, discomfort and discouragement. What has priority, how to organize the strike and the opinions about the discourse that the feminist movement must have. Pulse, discomfort and discouragement. I still do not understand how, with as much wisdom and knowledge as to repel, the struggle of men led after long years of struggle can continue in this situation of inequality. How for us, many times, the people themselves can be stone.

We understand that you feel out of place, as you are accustomed to taking eleven out of every ten photos. Quiet, detoxification is not that difficult, it only needs a small dose of consciousness and a second degree of detoxification. Yes, when reflection and decision-making pills take effect, men will have to leave the chairs because your back steals yours from half the population. Otherwise, we will have no choice but to petrify and take you out of the middle.

Because the lives of Senegal's sister, the trans premium and the pensioner grandmother deserve it. It's time to put our lives at the center. On 8 March, we have planted ourselves to claim that we will continue to make a plan on a day-to-day basis. We have all been Medusa on 8 March and we will be on 9 April and 10 December. Above all oppression, because we want to live in an Basque Country free of free women*. That is why, and for that, we will continue to be amazed by our gaze, by our feminist gaze.