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this is a “real” blog post… i think…

(General) WARNING: This post will contain minimal amounts of cursing at a PG13 level. Read with caution if you have a heart condition that is affected by mild language, or if you think you may become faint at the thought of me articulating expletives in the midst of my loquaciousness.
(Mommy) WARNING: Mommy, I know you hate the “f word” more than most things. It’s not included so feel free to keep reading. :D

On with the rant!

So, what the hell does it mean when people put the word “real” in front of other words? What exactly are they trying to say?

“Chillax about changing, you’re a real woman, those other women, they have nothing on you, girl!”

Last I checked, I actually have a uterus and ovaries, and that pretty much makes me a real woman in the literal sense of both words.

Seriously though, let’s take inventory: real American, real man, real woman, real whatever else you want to put here… What the bleeping bleep are people trying to get across?

I’m pretty sure the answer is that people are one way and that makes them so much damn better than the rest of the world. Let me tell you something, real women have genetic code that makes them real women. Real men also have genetic code that makes them real men. Real Americans live in America.

End of story. Last I checked all five feet, one inch, and 120 pounds of me was real woman. My blonde, brown, purple, whatever hair, my blue eyes, my glasses or contacts, my kids, my lack of want to be a trophy wife that cooks all the time, my love of sports, my distaste for skirts… all of that, real woman. Any woman that has some or none of those same things/interests? Also a real woman.

Women need to stop hating on each other. So do men. Hell, so do all people in general. This world is a tough place to live in. It just is. There are people everywhere trying to tear each other down. There are things (signs, bulletin boards, and magazines) telling us to change. It would be so much easier to make it through a day if we the humans could all just recognize that we are different and that those differences make us a trillion times more fun to be around. (Seriously, hanging out with people like me every day would drive me bat-shit insane.) We need to start loving each other and realize what that means. It means acceptance of differences and ability to see past all of the crap. Love is love, no strings attached. If we all stop looking down at one another and just start feeling a little more, then maybe things would start looking up.

In the mean time, I’m going to stop trying to figure out what me being a “real woman” actually means. I’m going to rest on genetics and believe that I’m good enough just the way I am.

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blog a day challenge: q…

Q is for quixotic…

This is a blog about a silly word, and other things I do not like.

I absolutely hate the word quixotic. It completely annoys me that it is pronounced kwik-sot-ik. It doesn’t make sense. It’s a word directly derived from the character Don Quixote [kee-hoh-tee], so why is it pronounced differently? It’s just silly.

Also, I’m not a fan of the planet Jupiter. For some reason, it has always gotten under my skin. I’ve always felt like it feels better than the other planets. Seriously, Jupiter, I just do not care about your never ending storm. Saturn has a kajillion rings. Now that is cool. Sure, you have a sweet moon with Io and all, but here is the deal, Io is not you. Io is it’s own awesome place, stop trying to stand next to it and be awesome by association. Popularity does not work like that. Trust me, I know from years of trying to appear cooler than I am. Step off, Jupiter. Just step off.

Now, let’s talk about erasers that do not, in fact, erase. Look, know your job! If you live on top of a pencil, you are pink, and go by the name “Eraser”, you should erase things and not just smear them all over the paper. Nobody needs a smearer, lots of people need erasers.

I hate the term “women’s rights”. I’m a person. I want person’s rights. Who cares what chromosomes I have? I certainly don’t. I don’t need a woman’s license to drive, so I don’t want to have to fight for women’s rights. I want to fight for people’s rights. I feel similarly about the term “gay rights”. Seriously, guys. It’s about time we realize we’re all people, and we all deserve love and acceptance and equality.

The Las Angeles Dodgers. Yeah, they make me upset. (Don’t take it personally if you are a fan, I’m just a Giants girl. I’m sure you understand now.)

Blue Gatorade should not exist. Anything that has a color as a flavor, in fact, should not exist. Colors are not flavors. I do not want to eat something that tastes like purple, and I do not want to drink something that tastes like blue.

Oh yeah, so, the Star Wars movies that shall not be named. I can’t really talk about how much I do not like them, because that is giving them too much attention.

Pepsi.

Finally, I do not like the period of time between 3:00 a.m. and 7:00 a.m. Actually, I’m not entirely convinced that there is time in that space. I’m pretty sure 4:00 a.m. is some sort of conspiracy created by the government to make people too sleepy to fight against all of their shenanigans, and 5:00 a.m. just does not exist, nope, it is not there.

So, yes, that is a list of things I do not like. I’m sure I’m missing something big. But, the truly important things to remember about me are that words often make me salivate in both good and bad ways, I’m a Coke girl, I’m easily annoyed but not easily angered, and I truly, truly, truly despise Jupiter. You think I’m kidding. I know you do. I’m not. Jupiter sucks.

 

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if i could hold all of their hands, and dry all of their tears, I would…

I’ve been thinking about the video at the bottom of this post a lot over the last day. It is stunning to me how correct she is. Painted into a corner: no job, no husband or other support, no job… what would you do? Can you really, honestly say without being there? It has become increasingly clear that those representing us as a nation are unwilling to offer support to those in situations like this. Public healthcare budgets are being cut, housing aid and WIC programs are losing funding right and left. What are women to do, really? Painted into the same corner, I wish I could say that I would definitely choose life, but I don’t think I can. I was trying to put myself in the situation, trying to understand what runs through somebody’s head the moment before they make their final choice, I was trying to understand that level of desperation, and suddenly, I got it.

I got pregnant with my daughter out of wedlock. Her dad and I had been dating on and off for years, and at the time we found out we were going to have a baby, we were more off than on. We briefly discussed abortion, and decided we would just get married and raise our child. However, that wasn’t the easiest choice, nor was it a choice that saved us from a lot of condemnation. I still heard the comments about unwed mothers. I still had to listen to people in my church and at my Christian university cluck their tongues and watch them shake their heads. No, it didn’t feel like a very safe place. We were able to receive a bit of state aid, and luckily we had a lot of help from family and friends, but I began thinking yesterday, what if we hadn’t? What if we had been in a different state, far away from family and friends? What if he hadn’t wanted to stick around and help me? Would we have found the help we needed? Would I have? I’m not entirely sure that the answer to that question is yes.

It seems to me that part of the current crisis is this: in the same breath you cannot condemn people for both sides of the same coin. You cannot condemn them for keeping a child, and condemn them for aborting it. If you cannot offer support and love through an unwanted pregnancy, then you can’t expect women to think of it always as a viable choice. If you want women to keep their children, than you need to stop treating them like lepers and pariahs and start treating them like family, or your dearest friend.

Here is my challenge to those that would condemn women for their unwanted pregnancies. Instead of creating laws that push minutia and ideology over compassion, why not start building up community programs to help those that do chose to keep their children? Give them a safe place where they won’t feel scathing eyes and wagging tongues. Hold their heads through their morning sickness, wipe the tears off their cheeks, be there to swaddle their babies and change a few diapers. Do not force them to accept your God in order for them to receive your aid. Reach out a hand in love. Do not tell them they are going to hell if they do chose abortion; just make your option seem like the easier choice. The old adage, “You win more flies with honey than vinegar,” is absolutely true. You will win more people to your side with love, aid, compassion, and unconditional acceptance than you will with picket signs and laws that do things like force ultrasounds on scared, lonely women.

I most definitely consider myself a Christian. However, I refuse to do the judging for the God I choose to follow. I refuse to believe that I am in any way better than anyone else, and I refuse to put myself on such a pedestal that I can no longer empathize with those around me or offer my unconditional love.

I want to say that this video breaks my heart. There are so many people in pain in this world, and I can’t imagine the salt they must feel pouring into their wounds every hour that people speak to them like they are the scum of the earth. This issue is not just about abortion, it is not just about pro-life or pro-choice, it is about so much more than that. It is about freedom being stripped away bit by bit, it is about women feeling trapped and lost, it is about rapists getting away with horrendous crimes because women are too scared to speak, or the system is too deaf to hear their screams.

In this country, for some reason, victims are being criminalized to the point where they aren’t speaking. Why speak out when you know you won’t be heard? I have a friend, an amazing, amazing man named Matt, who is making a difference in this world. His organization is not strictly related to this specific issue, but he is giving victims a voice, and I thank him for that. As Matt would say, “Speak your silence.” As I would say, “Don’t just speak your silence, speak their silence too.”

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not-a-limericks: current politics addition…

These are not-a-limericks focused on my recent encounters with news stories around the country. They all have the new uterus laws that are sweeping the nation in common, and they are all a tiny little bit of me venting my angst towards everything going on right now. I didn’t really mean for this to turn into Politics on Krissy’s Blog week, but apparently that’s what it is! We’ll return to regularly scheduled ranty, odd poetry, random rambling, passive-aggressive screaming, general me type madness as soon as possible…

There once were some men with no class,
with laws most abhorrent to pass.
They stood with their beer guts
and called women sluts
but ultimately most people knew that they were just trying to be heard because they were sad and lonely and needed the attention so desperately that they were willing to say that women would lie about rape and should be interrogated and tested before they were actually allowed to say that was what had occurred to them and that they had not just had sex with their husbands and/or boyfriends and then become later miffed at said men (because seriously, who would actually think any of that anyway?).

A lady with an ultrasound machine
performed them behind a screen
to prove she was right
she squealed with delight
and tried to compare the ultrasounds of women that were eager to meet the babies in their stomachs with those forced on women wanting an abortion by stating that the procedure was not, in fact, invasive and that it was beautiful and that if women only knew, they would want it done to them even though she never once spoke to a woman during her time at the statehouse who was seeking abortion or one that had been raped so essentially the entire spectacle was fallacious and harmful all around.

A woman was charged with a crime
and told she would serve her time.
Her baby had died,
“Innocent!” she cried
but you see her miscarriage was clearly her fault and she should have to pay for the life of the child that had been inside her even though the pregnancy had been wanted and she had chosen not to abort, which, oddly enough in this case, would have possibly saved her a life behind bars.

There once was a girl with a cause,
that gave others she knew great pause,
still she stood up and spoke
and took flack from folk
for she knew that ultimately this was all ridiculous and that her points and side were valid and true to her beliefs and she vowed to keep speaking up as long as it was needed and to keep writing letters to those in power asking them to stop what they were doing and realize it was harmful to the moral fiber and all around well-being of the country.

 

Oh hey! I get to post a source or two (or four) today!

AP article entitled Abortion foes do live ultrasounds in Idaho Capitol
Idaho Senator Chuck Winder says things here and here
Because miscarriage isn’t hard enough, now women might be charged with murder after losing their child.

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post script…

I’ve been annoyed lately. More than annoyed. I’ve been in a state of confusion and emotional exhaustion. The current state of this country has me feeling a bit helpless. The government trudges on slowly taking rights from one group or another, and people stand on the sidelines patting them on the back. Those with the supposed moral high ground stand on their soapboxes and claim superiority without caring what their words are doing to the people around them.

I have words of wisdom for everyone, “Be excellent to each other.” Bill and Ted had it right.

People will not always agree with one another, but that doesn’t mean they can’t speak in love and with respect.

My advice? Hold your tongues. Do not speak words of judgement. If you have not lived through a situation, don’t claim knowledge on it. It is impossible to understand feelings and actions if you have not experienced them. You can make an educated guess, but when you say youknow you will only end up hurting people.

Angry words, judgmental words, hateful words, will never sway anyone’s opinion of a situation. Veiled threats and idle speculation will never make anyone feel comfortable enough to feel welcomed and loved. Words matter, choices matter, the way you treat people, matters. It most certainly makes a difference to the people who have been through horrific events when you choose not to belittle their feelings and their experiences.

People are getting life all wrong. It isn’t about who can win. It isn’t about passing the most laws to back what you think is right, it is about caring for the people around you and turning our empathy chips up to high. It’s about understanding that people feel hurt and are in pain, and then it’s about trying your best to put yourself in their shoes and just loving the heck out of them.

Disagree with me. I’m fine with that. However, do not think to know me. Do not believe that you know where I am coming from unless you take the time to speak with me and understand me. I stand up for things I believe in. I fight for my freedoms and my rights. I spend time trying my damnedest to make the world a livable place for my children. My path is set and I’m sure of my beliefs and my stances.

I. Will. Not. Be. Shaken.

Not by words from the outside.

Not by any person.

I’m sure of my faith and I’m comfortable with myself. I’m content to be where I am.

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