The Hypocrisy of Female Solidarity and the Echo of Empty Empathy
All my life I have watched women say they are for each other. The words sound noble, sometimes even poetic, but they rarely survive the test of silence. In the song by Sofia Isella, the idea cuts deep because it refuses to be dressed up as empowerment. It names what most of us sense but fear admitting out loud, that the supposed sisterhood often hides envy, subtle cruelty, or indifference disguised as support. I have felt it in small gestures, the kind that leave no proof but stay like a bruise. That hidden tension between admiration and competition is the quiet noise of our generation. And what makes it crueler is that it happens even among those who claim to have outgrown comparison, those who preach liberation while still scanning the room for rivals.
Back when I still believed in collective care, I thought the failures were isolated. I excused them with fatigue, with trauma, with everything that could make us gentle again. But with time I realized how practiced we are at performing unity while secretly measuring each other. The mirror is kind until another woman steps into frame. Then everything we defend publicly collapses in private judgment. I see it online, in workplaces, in friendships that survive only as long as no one shines too much. It is not lack of empathy; it is selective empathy, and it often feels worse than none at all. It is like clapping for someone while hoping the lights go out just before their name is called. And I know this impulse is not born from pure malice but from fear—the fear that there might not be enough room for all of us to be seen.
Care, when it is true, is rarely loud. Yet now it must be broadcast to count. The public rituals of solidarity have become a form of branding. We repost, we hashtag, we speak about inclusion while quietly deciding who is worthy of it. I am not exempt. I too have hidden behind civility when honesty would have been more loyal. There is shame in that, and there should be. Sofia Isella’s song drags that discomfort into daylight. It does not offer solutions, only the raw outline of how we fail each other. And in that exposure, there is something cleansing, almost tender. It reminds me that truth, even when unpleasant, has a strange mercy to it. To admit hypocrisy is to stop rehearsing virtue, to finally sit inside the mess without trying to look pure.
Despite the irony, I still believe in the possibility of real connection. Not in slogans, not in curated gestures, but in the quiet practice of showing up without the need to be seen. I think of the women who have done that for me, and how their presence has never needed an audience. Their solidarity was built on respect, not likeness. It made no noise, and yet it changed the air around me. Maybe that is the part of us that can still be saved, the small, unfashionable instinct to care without applause. The world keeps telling us that connection must be visible to be valid, but I no longer believe that. What holds me together now are the invisible threads, the ones that ask for nothing but endurance.
Eventually, all this makes me circle back to the same thought. Perhaps we do not need to fix the hypocrisy as much as stop pretending it is not there. Maybe we start by admitting that not every woman will protect another, and that this truth does not make us villains, just human. I would rather live inside that contradiction than repeat a lie dressed as virtue. When the song ends, what remains is not cynicism, but a strange kind of hope, the kind that lives only where illusions have already burned out. I think that is what Isella wanted to capture: the sound of something breaking and the relief of knowing it needed to. Because once the noise fades, what stays is not solidarity as a slogan, but honesty as a pulse.
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