Got this text from my kid this morning, a female college senior at what’s considered by some a dude engineering school, ready to graduate and make her mark on the world. Rough day, eh America? Suddenly the land of the free and home of the brave is transformed into the home of the privileged, and not-so-privileged, white male. Bring us your racist, misogynistic, fear mongering, xenophobe sexual predator tax cheating liars.
For the little girl who wanted to play with trucks but the teacher said no, those are for boys. For the girls denied making a gun rack, shelf, or fire-place poker in industrial arts, instead forced to make a poached egg and apron in home economics. For all the girls called tomboys, and wondering why. For all the kids who have heard: you play like a girl, cry like a girl, act like
Last year, I grabbed my to-do list on Election Day, and headed out to town to get it done, and the order in which I did them was more than a little embarrassing. Lists are awesome; the sense of accomplishment when you have something to show for your day. I’ve been known to write down completed tasks, just to have the satisfaction of crossing them off. Doesn’t everybody do that? Last
Standardized testing for college (SAT, ACT) is the golden ticket to college acceptances, make or break at many colleges of higher education. Parents know it, guidance counselors know it, and above all, our high school kids know it and dread it. The highest scores obliterate lack-luster grades, questionable choices, and lack of community interaction. Your ho-hum high school contributions are forgotten if you score off the charts on the SAT, while
Twice, (okay, maybe three or four times) recently I have been insulted to the level of despair, which is in part, why I got my blogging ass to a BinderCon NYC (a serious writing conference for women and non-males), and why I committed to doing #NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) to post one blog a day for 30 days of November (this is #5). Here’s how one such insult went
I wasn’t feeling very kind. I was in a rush. I’m always in a rush, but especially today, when I stopped at the grocery store to frantically buy the one thing I needed for dinner. It was to be a quick trip; easy in, easy out. I got a parking spot up close and knew exactly which aisle to aim for, and where the 15 & under items registers were located, and which clerks were
I can’t write much about the pussy grabbing misogynistic racist running for president, but Election Day is looming, so here it goes, even though it hurts my heart, brain, and vagina to do so. I want him to lose and go away, far, far away, and then I want HRC’s primary focus to be education so that perhaps our electorate will learn enough to know when an evil person is force-feeding intolerable notions