November 9, 2016


You may have noticed that uh…my country has made a terrible decision.

The fact that Donald Trump is the president elect made it hard to get out of bed this morning. Just existing today has been a struggle for so many of us; I’m afraid and angry and sad and disappointed and horrified. And the fact that I am not alone in my terror just seems to make it worse. I’m not only worried about myself and my rights, but the rights of millions of other minorities, people of color, LGBT+ people, immigrants, etc etc etc…

I want to shut down. I want to scream, I want to cry. I want to give in to the most primal parts of myself that are trying to tear me up from the inside out. And in a few ways I have. I left school early because I just couldn’t see straight. Breathing is hard. I’m trying to see the sunlight for the gift that it is, trying to smell the fall leaves and feel joy but…there’s a fog covering my brain and I don’t know when it’ll lift.

The only thing keeping me afloat is a sense of duty toward America. I want to take care of her now. I know a lot of people’s immediate reaction is to run away, to move elsewhere. And if that’s something you feel you have to do in order to be safe, then do it. Really. I promise I understand.

But I’ll be here, because I won’t abandon this country only to watch it be destroyed. When something you love is being abused and mistreated, you don’t leave. You support it. You love it. You take extra care of it. You fight for it. I never felt particularly patriotic before, because patriotism felt tainted by selfish, radical right wing politicians. But today, I feel the need to hold this country tighter to my heart than I ever have before. Because we need it. We need extra love, extra kindness, or we might just fall apart.

There are too many unknowns. I’m scared for my rights as a bisexual woman. I’m scared for the safety of those I love. But I promise you we will find a way to get through this. We’re gonna be okay. I don’t know when, and I’m not really sure how, but I’m gonna go with my gut on this one and say somehow it’ll all be okay.

Take care of yourself. Do things that make you feel alive and happy. Take care of your soul, lest it be crushed. Take a break from the news if you feel like you can. Do what is best for you. Eat well. Sleep if you can. Kiss your mother. Find a dog and pet it. Allow yourself a few moments to rebuild, then move forward. There’s a lot to do.

Its time to be there for this country and make sure everything we value is taken care of. I’m very angry, but anger has never solved anything. We have a chance to truly define who we are as a country, so act with grace and love. Let unity dominate your thoughts. Let your every action be driven by kindness, not hatred. Allow yourself to be afraid, and know that is valid. But try to be motivated positively by that fear and be productive, not destructive.

Be a beacon of light, because this is the darkest time we’ve faced in a long while. Remember that peace has gotten us through tough times before, and it won’t fail us now.

I love you all. Please take care of yourself and everyone you know. We are flawed, but that doesn’t mean we can’t rebuild.

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Romney’s Full of Something…


Ehhhhhh, Romney’s Shady! …Romney Style…

So we all watched the debate last night, yes? And I hope we can all agree that it was at least less infuriating than the first? Obama was a little more, shall we say, present, and I actually found myself wholeheartedly in support of him for the first time in four years.

It’s been a rough road, his presidency. We were all so hopeful, and sometimes he didn’t deliver on what we wanted or needed. And I was frustrated, to say the least, by his inability to stand up for his administration at times, and by his need to please everyone, which you just can’t do. So last night, watching him lay it down hardcore made me absolutely joyous.

I just don’t believe what Romney says. I feel mislead by his statements at times. He says he doesn’t support Planned Parenthood, but says that no one should deny women contraception…so…that makes sense.
He also seems to think that if people wait until after marriage to have sex, their children won’t initiate gun violence. While that may definitely be a factor (stable homes, etc), how many Christian, two parent homes produce complete maniacs who shoot people in schools or on the street? We need to do better background checks on people, and not allow young people to get their hands on guns in the first place. I’m not a politician, so I don’t claim to know everything about this, but I do know that “sex can wait” has little to do with it.

While I appreciate that Romney has attempted to bring diversity to his staff by specifically choosing women for positions of power, I would rather not be hired simply to add a little pizzaz to an otherwise male dominated workplace. As Eche Madubuike said on Twitter: President Obama: “I passed a law allowing women to get equal pay.” Mitt Romney: “I hired women once.”  

And let’s just chat about this whole Binders of Women thing, which has exploded on the Internet in the past 24 hours. I think it stems from a desire to laugh at the silly way he put it, and I will agree that it has really showcased the creativity of this country. I found the photo above on this site and just about peed my pants…basically the only reason I’m writing this post was to be able to show y’all Psy and his exploding binders of women.

I would like to say one thing: I was disappointed in the way both candidates disrespected Jim Lehrer, the moderator of the first debate, so I was glad that they weren’t total idiots and mostly respected Candy Crowley enough to let her shut them up every once in a while. But I got a little tired of Romney deciding that he understood the debate format better than the moderator, and hearing him say, “No, it’s my turn,” got a little old. If I’ve learned anything in my 19 years, it’s that no one likes a complainer.

So while there may not be binders full of women out there, Romney’s definitely full of something, and it’s starting to smell a little.

Stay tuned for another Race 2012: A Conversation of Race in America post coming soon. I haven’t had time to watch the documentary yet, but as soon as I do I’ll blog about it! (You know…college keeps me kinda busy.) You’re all welcome to watch the documentary here and join in on the conversation on Twitter @PBSRace2012. And make sure to watch the final debate next week so that you’re informed and can vote vote vote! Cheers. 

An Open Letter to America


Hi y’all,

Hopefully you all tuned in to last night’s debate, regardless of your political preference or level of involvement. It’s available on YouTube here if you’d like to watch it and haven’t!

And now, down to business. As some of you know, I’m involved in blogging for PBS’ Race 2012: A Conversation About Race & Politics in America and am supposed to write about how race affects politics, how it affects the way we vote, and how it will affect this election.

I have no idea how to do that.

I was worried when Monica Medina sent me an email asking if I’d join this group of bloggers, because…I’m white. I’m 19. I’m from a relatively normal, middle class family. I am, in the scheme of things, one of the more average people you know. But I do have a love for my right to vote. I don’t always love what America stands for, and I don’t always love how we act on the global level, but I am grateful for my right to vote because I know that millions of people would risk their lives to get the chance to vote, and some have. So with that in mind, I couldn’t exactly say no…

And now here we are, one month away from Election Day, over 200 years after our country began, and race (and gender) is still an issue. We just recently elected a black man as president, but every day since then have questioned his birthplace. During the primaries in 2008, people were worried Hilary Clinton was too hormonal to lead the country. We’re constantly looking for something that says, “You’re not good enough, you’re not stable enough, you’re not ready, you’re not American, you’re not you’re not you’re not.”

Because we’re uncomfortable with change. We went for so long with old, white guys running our country that we get thrown off by the color of Barack Obama’s skin. We look for excuses, reasons why someone isn’t right for president. In Obama’s case, he was…too intelligent. Elite. Because apparently if you’re not wrastlin’ hogs or fixing toilets, you don’t understand the fundamentals of American society. But I would argue that subconsciously, we just don’t know what to do with ourselves when something new comes along. I mean, tell me JFK wasn’t elite.

I don’t mean to say we shouldn’t look at our candidates with a critical eye, because we must become as informed about the candidates as possible, lest we vote like idiots. But we probably should focus on their politics, not their race, religion, etc. Honestly, though Obama isn’t Muslim and I don’t entirely know why that’s still a debate, I wouldn’t have a problem if he was. There are plenty of very peaceful Muslims out there who would run our country just as well as anyone else. And there are plenty of Christian idiots who wouldn’t.

This post has gotten a little off topic. I guess it’s just because I can’t believe that this is still an issue. I can’t believe that we still see someone simply as black or white, and not just as human. I was raised by parents who taught me that everyone was equal. That your race meant very little in the scheme of things. That your race might define your culture, and that’s great, but it would never define your abilities or character. So I don’t look at that anymore. I look at candidates’ ideas, beliefs, and intent much, much more than I look at the color of their skin.

Of course, it was a huge achievement that Obama was the first African American to get elected President. I celebrated along with everyone else, because that kind of change is groundbreaking. But now, we should be able to move on. Elect Asians, women, gays. I don’t care. I just want someone to run my country and have some dignity while they do it.

So now that I’ve run around in circles, I guess all I have to say is this: get over it, America. Get over your prejudices, your preconceived notions, your stereotypes. Get over it and vote. And give each other a hug, while you’re at it.

Cappy

I’ll be blogging a few more times about how race in America affects voting, and how my race affects my choices as a voter. I think I’ve got something to say. So stay tuned, and VOTE!
The documentary will be airing October 16 on PBS. For more information, like Race 2012 on Facebook or follow @PBSRace2012 on Twitter. Yay for public television! Without it, I wouldn’t be who I am today, and we should continue to support it, even though Mitt Romney doesn’t. 

You’re American, So Vote!


In November, I will cast my first vote for the president of the United States, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t totally stoked. Because I am so incredibly excited and feel so, so glad that my voice counts in this country, even if it’s just a little voice.

I don’t care who you vote for as long as you vote. I’ve already chosen (Obama) the candidate (Obama) who I think will do the best for this country (Obama), but the whole point of being American is that we can vote for whoever we want. You could write in your father’s name if you really believed he’d be the best leader. Granted, that might not be the most productive choice, but if you really wanted to, you could. Or you could vote for Romney, who certainly has his strengths. But the most important thing this fall is that you get out and vote.

If you’re from Washington State like me, you can do what I did last summer and register by clicking here and mailing in the form, or you can go to any driver licensing office and register there. If not, your state probably has a similar registration system, and Google is super smart, so it can help you.
If you have time and want to help others register, you can go to Rock the Vote and sign up. Yay!

I know politics can get exhausting. I listen to the news every morning and sometimes it just feels like it’s all too much, and I want to shut it out. But it’s there, and it’s our world, and there’s only so long you can ignore the world before it busts down your door. So start paying attention to current events; become an informed citizen and find out what you believe. Figure out what you need in a leader. The only thing worse than a non-voter is an uninformed voter.

Take advantage of your American right to vote. A lot of people out there would love to have what we have, would love to be able to elect their leader. So get out there and get it done!

On a final note, there’s a lot of debate over which party is “more American” than which, which is just an absurd topic of discussion in the first place. We’re all American, and we don’t have to wrap ourselves in a flag to prove it. America is beautiful because you can be as American as you want, and you don’t have to be any more American than that. But the number one way to be American is to vote. That’s what’s truly patriotic.

I definitely pretended you’re all American to make this post easier. If you’re not, you likely still have the right to vote, so do it, wherever you are!

Monica Medina has invited me and a few other bloggers to participate in PBS’s  ‘Race 2012.’  Starting in October, I’ll be blogging a few times about how race in America affects voting, and how my race affects my choices as a voter. As a middle-class white female, I first thought I didn’t have much to contribute to the discussion. But, prompted by some great questions from Monica, I think I’ve got something to say. So stay tuned, and VOTE!
The documentary will be airing October 16 on PBS. For more information, like Race 2012 on Facebook or follow @PBSRace2012 on Twitter. Yay for public television!

America’s Ass


America's ass sits on the Chair of Life. Careful, it's gonna break.

America’s ass is too big for its gigantic pantaloons.

Examples:

Michelle Bachmann: You were worried about Bill Clinton being too big of an influence on Hilary? Please. Bachmann said, in front of a church congregation, that she studied tax law because her husband wanted her to and it was her job to obey him.
Vomit.
Government is too big? She worked for the IRS, was paid by the state to take care of foster children, she became a congresswoman (and thereby employed by the government), and her husband is a psychologist who (besides being insane and trying to cure people of their gayness) receives money from Medicare and Medicaid.

And then of course, we’ve got Christine O’Donnell who was like “I’m not a witch!” which is fine, because I honestly don’t care whether she ever was or not, but if you experimented with Wiccan practices, don’t you think you should let gay people marry each other? I don’t totally know how that logic works out in my head, honestly, but it just seems to me that once you’ve got a taste of how people treat you once they feel you’ve “sinned” you’d understand that gays get 100x more of that every day for no reason.
But better yet, my pal Christine apparently (wrongly) thinks she understands how interviews work, since she called Piers Morgan “rude” and “creepy” for asking her stance on gay marriage and not simply sticking to questions she had prepared an answer to. She was like (and this isn’t a direct quote, but it’s pretty close) “You should ask me questions about what I want to talk about, and what I want to talk about is my book…because I’m greedy and want people to buy it.” That last bit was loosely paraphrased.
No, Christine, interviews don’t work that way. You go to an interview and you answer the questions, unless they’re totally out of line and don’t make any dang sense like, “What’s your favorite dog biscuit to snack on, you bitch?”

Freedom Fries: Seriously? We think we’re right all the time, and anyone who doesn’t jump on our wagon of stupidity doesn’t deserve to have their name spoken in our country? The French didn’t even INVENT French fries, so chill.
Anyone who still calls them Freedom Fries has to be completely delusional.

What we did to the Dixie Chix after their comment about Bush: You are aware that you bought their CDs to burn them, right? Yeah, enough said.

Hummers: Hi, you aren’t in the army, so STOP DRIVING THAT CAR. You’re a jerk! I don’t even care what you need to do with it, you’re a jerk. Your car gets about 12 mpg. My car gets at least 35 in the city. I am better than you, and I have no problem saying it. I am better than you because I don’t drive a freaking Hummer. I mean, what were you thinking?!
Same goes for every other car that gets crappy gas mileage and/or is gigantic. I’m sorry. I judge you.
Actually, no, I’m not sorry. If you don’t need a truck for work/farming, you shouldn’t have one. If you have a suburban because you have 8 kids, maybe you shouldn’t have had so many dang kids. Do you know how much waste you produce? Unless your kids all turn out to be Jesus and like, environmental scientists or little Ghandis, you’re a fool. Again. I’m judging you.

As Americans, we just run around thinking we deserve all this stuff; money but no taxes (which pay for the things we use, such as Medicare, roads, public schools, social security), FREEDOM but no responsibility for what we do to other countries that aren’t “free” enough, etc etc. It’s sick. Why do we expect to not have to work for anything? We’ve become the lazy country and everyone else knows it. The Founding Fathers would be so proud. Especially since most of us still think Ben Franklin was a president.

So. Wanna feel like you’re not a complete jerk? Go to the SocialVibe link on the bottom of my sidebar and do some (really quick and free) work for charity. It’s for Ugandan children who are starving and being forced to fight as child soldiers. Just do it, or may God smite you.