Last One, I Promise
Oh, hi. I know this isn’t a political blog, but I have just one more thing to say and then I’ll get back to crap that doesn’t matter.
All of these election issues (the real ones, not the fake ones) make my head spin. For every economist who slams McCain’s plans, there’s another who slams Obama’s plans. It’s all just theory and hope (sweet, sweet hope) right now and nobody knows for sure what will happen if either of these candidates is elected.
Here’s what I do know: I’m a person. I have thoughts. I have a body. I have a life. And when people chip away at my person-hood by taking away my own very personal rights, it makes people think I’m less than a whole person. It happens subtly, but it happens. It happens in homes where sons are put on pedestals and daughters are put in boxes. It happens when a grandfather laments that there’s no one to carry on the family name because he has only granddaughters (sure granddaughters are great, but what about the name?). It happens when a teacher chooses over and over again to call on the boys in the class, allowing the girls to continue to hide within their ever-thickening shells. These girls don’t know their worth because the world thinks they’re worthless.
It happens when a woman of child-bearing age is passed over for a job because she is only seen as a fertile uterus who will need to breed soon, causing all sorts of HR issues (forget about paid leave, what if she wants on-site daycare? Horrors.) And it happens when a childless woman of a certain age is looked at with pity because people see her as a barren uterus that missed out on the only worthwhile thing that could’ve brought purpose to her life. We are more than our uteruses, but it’s hard to see it that way when we’re not even in charge of the ones right inside our bodies.
Let’s not get me started on violence against women not being taken seriously. I’m feeling very dark and gloomy, but even I don’t want to bring you down that far.
Here’s the thing, I have the right to decide to have my baby or not. I do. It’s ok if you don’t believe in abortion. It’s ok if you would never, ever have an abortion. You just need to believe that we all have the right to make our own decision about this really big thing. Because, you know what? If you don’t believe that, then you eventually have a hard time believing other things about my basic rights. For instance, did you know that I have the right to choose my very own favorite method of birth control and I should really have the right to be able to obtain it just as easily as crusty old dudes can obtain their vi@gra? It’s true. Do you know why I should have this right? Because I’m a person. Also, I have the right to be paid equal money for equal work. Guess why? Because I’m a person. Remember when black people first started being able to vote, only their votes were only worth 2/3 of a vote? Yeah, that was mean. And that’s the kind of thing that happens when people think you’re not a person. You end up with no voice.
Women are people. And Obama knows it.
(Most of these links came very handy-dandy like from this post at MOMocrats. And one of them came from my husband. I’ll give you one guess which one. It’s the one that is about something that starts with econ- and ends with -zzzzzz.)