I’ll be honest… when I first heard it was International Women’s Day I assumed it was like the food aisle in Aldi.
You know…
Italian women… Spanish women… maybe a limited-time Greek one in the middle aisle next to the inflatable kayak.
So naturally I asked if you get a free international woman with a £50 shop.
Apparently that’s “not how it works” and I’m now banned from Aldi’s for asking the cashier what country the women are from.
Anyway. Happy International Women’s Day to all the brilliant, patient women of the world…
International Women’s Day matters because it shines a light on something that should never be confined to a single square on the calendar: the strength, brilliance, and quiet resilience of the women who shape our lives every day. One day of applause is never enough for the people who carry families, communities, and entire cultures on their shoulders with grace, humour, and a stubborn refusal to give up, usually while rolling their eyes at the rest of us. It’s the annual nudge that says, “Oi, don’t just assume the universe maintains itself. Someone’s been doing the actual work.”
But the real point is this: women shouldn’t be celebrated like a rare comet that appears once a year. They’re not a limited‑edition collectible, they raised us, challenged us, inspired us, worked beside us, and believed in us. They’re the backbone of families, communities, workplaces, and, “let’s be honest” the only reason most of us haven’t wandered into traffic while distracted. Their contribution isn’t seasonal. It’s constant. It’s foundational. And it deserves to be honoured far beyond a hashtag or a date in March.
So yes, celebrate today, Cheer, applaud, post something heartfelt. But more importantly, keep going. Celebrate them tomorrow, next week, and on the random Tuesday when they’re quietly holding everything together without fanfare. One day is nice. Every day is accurate.

