Selection_190Kaja Fosli

Just think of the pressures on dear Lenin. No matter what the history books maintain, Inessa Armand in the photos doesn’t look like a gal who could sublimate her id into ideology. And Nadezhda was ultimately his wife. Affairs had to be finely balanced. History could do with some revision. Close your eyes and imagine…

Inessa, knowing that Lenin doesn’t want to be softened by listening to Beethoven, prepares him with photos of kulaks hanging from lamposts, and then whispers, “Why don’t we have a day to celebrate women?”

Lenin closes his eyes and considers. “Because of the revolution women paint buildings and bridges, work on the roads and operate munitions factories. All over Russia who wakes up first in the morning? Women. Who makes the breakfast, irons the clothes, gets the children ready for school and the husband for work? Who somehow manages the household finances and does the daily shopping and even remembers the gift for the man’s mother? And who goes out to work the same hours as men? Who does the dishes and washes the clothes? The women!” Lenin thinks. “What if… what if the man once a year buys a box of Red October chocolates and gives his wife a cup of coffee in bed, and then chips two plates when doing the dishes so he won’t be asked again, and in the evening brings her a single rose and especially compliments her on her cooking, she will still have to prepare for the next day, and wipe the drips from the toilet seat and then that night in bed be extra affectionately grateful to the man. This will maintain the status quo for the following 364 days? Urrah. Let Trotsky rant about perpetual revolution, things are pretty good as they are. And if romantics take this as an opportunity to be poetic, why then, it is all the better. Disillusioned idealists become the most fanatic political tools.”

Can you imagine Lenin opening his eyes and saying, “Just like our revolution, this idea is too good to be confined to Russia. Let’s call it International Women’s Day.”