Today is International Women’s Day. In fact, today is the 100th celebration of the day, having got its start in 1911.
I was reading through some of the coverage this morning, and it pleased me to read about two separate female firefighters. Louise Hine-Schmidt is a firefighter in Ottawa, Canada and Dany Cotton lives in Orpington, Kent. I read the separate articles and was both moved and amazed at the hard work these two women — and the countless others like them — do in order to work at a job that they love. I mean, how many of us would be better people if we worked at a job we truly loved? These women are doing it despite the fact that they get all kind of grief and deal with issues most of us never consider.
Hine-Schmidt’s fire department still only has one bath and shower room. As so many fire departments were built before women were allowed to join the force, this is a common occurrence. Our department has no separate bathroom, no separate shower. Hine-Schmidt and her department make it work, just like others do, but it’s a constant reminder, I’m sure.
I also adore Cotton’s piece. She, like Hine-Schmidt, works to teach girls that they can have a career in the fire service. She makes a point that made me nod:
I’m not suggesting that being a firefighter is a job for all women, but neither is it a job for all men. If you like the idea of something different and worthwhile, it is a job for you. It can be physical, but you’ll also spend a considerable amount of time working with and helping people. It sounds like a cliché, but whether it’s through attending an emergency or passing on fire safety advice to a vulnerable person, there’s no better feeling than saving someone’s life.
I’m never going to be a firefighter. I’m scared of heights. I’m scared of fire. I don’t like to be hot, and turnout gear is really heavy and, in turn, really hot and sweat-inducing. (I know. I’ve worn it.) It’s not a career choice for me. And it’s not a career choice for all women or all men. But it’s a real choice, and the road has been paved for our young girls by these amazing women who have come before them. And the fact that the choice exists at all — for firefighting or whatever — is really the key.
For more information on the fire service and women, visit the International Association of Women in Fire & Emergency Services.
And, since I’m a woman and this is my blog and I’m a writer and photographer, I want to take a minute to thank the women writers and photographers who came before me and allowed me to pursue my passions. I feel honored to be given so many choices for what I want to be, what I want to create, what I want to give back.
Take a moment today to tell a little girl in your life that she can be whatever she wants to be when she grows up. I know a special little girl who is going to be amazing no matter what she decides to become someday. I’m sure you do as well. Don’t forget to remind her.

A few months ago, BigBrother was given some old firefighting books by a local teacher who is also a family friend. The school’s library was cleaning out old books and was simply going to toss them if no one took claim. My teacher friend spotted these titles and snatched them up. BigBrother was happy to receive these antiques. Or, should I say, antiquated? Because, oh, my feminist button.

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