Yesterday I was in the grocery store waiting for my husband by the exit when a little boy, anxious to help his mommy, ran ahead to push a door open for her. Unfortunately, he chose the emergency exit door, which, in fairness to the child, from his height, looked like a regular door. Immediately a shrill piercing alarm began to sound and I did a slow pan across the front of the store looking for the manager who I was sure would be running with his jangling keys in hand to remedy the situation.
I stopped mid pan at a little boy who was standing with his dad. He was sobbing, burying his head into his dad’s leg, trying to alternately press one ear and then the other against dad so he could stop the noise. I instantly knew he had Asperger’s. His chest was heaving in an out and the terror on his face was painful to see. His dad picked him up, spoke comforting words that everything was OK and took him outside away from the noise. My husband came and we headed outside as well.
The father was talking the little boy through it, telling him what had happened and constantly reassuring him he was safe. He spoke calmly and quietly and gently maintained physical contact with the boy at all times. He was encouraging him to stand on his own and he was leading him through processing it all. Continue reading
“But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.”
Behold the game of words. Here is a seemingly innocuous little article about having extra “significant others” in your life because, using the theory in this article, it is unfair to expect your Significant Other (SO) to share everything you enjoy doing. The chances anyone could is just highly unlikely.
I am posting this to show how this works. Most people are just going to read the article and get on with their day. There is nothing to really respond to, nothing to cheer for or be upset about, it just appears to be more noise in a very noisy world. The article even goes out of its way to be palatable. It clearly states those extra “significant others” should be platonic. Continue reading
You failed. I am taking back my daughters and gathering all my friends, family and neighbours along the way. You have failed, so colossally failed that all that is left is the disturbed sickness that you have painted across everything in your world.
The Women’s Movement was supposed to be a Movement to make sure our rights were law and that we had equal opportunities. We all envisioned a celebration of what we were as women with a world that would finally see and appreciate our strengths and our worth. We never started out with the idea that all men were the enemy and we must destroy them.
But here we are where Feminists only represent the echo chamber women who are willing to abuse and use other women to get what they want. Here we are where you spit on all things that make us women. Here we are where you have taken our strengths and diminished them. Here we are where far too many women are so out of touch with their unique beauty that they abandon all things woman. Here we are where hate and anger are your constant weapons, making anyone who does not adopt these absurdities your enemy.
Once we dreamed of a time when women would take their rightful place in helping to lead and shape our nations and all you have done is prove how incredibly incapable of that women are. When this started we were often labelled and accused of being hysterical, unable to control our emotions and well … look at the way you conduct yourselves. If we had to face court accused of that again, your actions would be the hundreds of stacks of pages of evidence that would overwhelmingly prove their case. Continue reading
An estimated 500,000 women are trafficked every year into sexual slavery and even when caught the perpetrators are seldom held accountable. Excused by a justice system that is corrupt, they continue to treat human beings as if they are nothing more than mere bodies for them to do with as they please. Again, in order for these pigs to do what they do, they are supported by people who know what is going on, who see what is going on and who do nothing. They are supported by all the people who pay to use these women, caring nothing that these women are there against their will.
These women are taken and forced into prostitution because they are poor and desperate or they are victims of war and of natural disasters. They have no hope to help themselves and have few options. It is not uncommon for them to be burdened with a need for money for healthcare for themselves or loved ones. We talk about not being able to catch the perpetrators as if that is the answer. Why aren’t we doing more about poverty? Why is it we are so afraid to peel back the layers of our damaged world, to get beyond the symptoms and address the actual source? While the fish is great when you are starving, the fishing pole and directions not only feed the body, they feed the soul. People want the right to self-determine, to create their own lives and make their own choices. You know, like all of us privileged first world people do. When did we get to the point where first aid was it. We arrive at the scene of the accidents, stem the blood flow, and then leave them by the side of the road to die.
THIS is an issue that women should be caring about and speaking to. How dare we complain about inequality and our first world issues when there are women being treated like this. Where is our compassion?? How can we justify our outrage over our right to equal pay and complaining that we cannot buy a new designer purse without a raise in our salary when there are women who just want the right to not be taken from their families and raped every night by dozens of men? We are outraged by the rich and famous having their “ass grabbed,” how about listening to the nightmare that these women live with? And before someone else comes up with some ridiculous, social media sign of solidarity, “me too” campaign, this is a problem that requires real help. I don’t know that we can fix the damage that has been done to those who manage to escape but I do know that those who are still there right now, have no chance unless we decide that they matter.
I doubt very much that at the end of this life we get to smile and say we helped because we wrote “me too” on a computer screen, or because we burned incense for them one night. Life is real. Suffering is real. This is our world and whether doing nothing may be our most damning crime.
Yes, we all bleed.
I am not ashamed of the fact.
I just don’t think it is necessary for me to celebrate it by bleeding all over the place so that other women will feel more powerful. Neither do I particularly want to see other women bleed. I accept other women’s word that they bleed. I don’t need to see their underwear or their bed sheets. I don’t polygraph women I meet so that I can sort my friends into “bleeders” and “non-bleeders” and relegate the “non-bleeders” into the ineffective, powerless women pile.
We read about periods all the way back in the Bible and other texts of the time where it was the practice to have women remove themselves from the other people and go off and live in a tent until their period was over. If the Nasty Bleeder’s Movement (aka the Women’s Movement) had been involved, they would have been angry about them being segregated. They would have fought for the rights of these women to be able to powerfully bleed anywhere they wanted to, including all over the town, the people and their families. Then there would be no need for all this fuss today because we probably wouldn’t even be here. Blood contains germs that can cause serious infections and while women may have experienced euphoric episodes that could be described as powerful, they probably would have wiped out the rest of their people with some kind of plague. You know .. the heat, no big box of sanitary pads, not a lot of opportunities to bathe … that kind of thing. BUT you can’t argue that efforts to have women celebrate themselves and assert their right to equality by bleeding everywhere would have been more “fair” to the women. Who likes to have to go to a separate tent for a week or more? That seems pretty cruel. After all, apply the Nasty Bleeder’s Movement primary litmus test to the problem and they have a point. Men don’t have to do it. Go on, say it with a whine. It sounds much more realistic that way. Remember, above all else, all women want everything a man has and more. We want to bleed publicly. Continue reading
The emotions we hold in our body speak to our brains and tell it to start producing life-affirming or life-denying chemistry. That chemistry impacts all our organs and floods our body. Positive emotions cause life-enhancing chemistry to be released and negative emotions cause the release of life-denying chemistry. Fear, anger and hate are some of the most negative emotions we feel while love and compassion are the most powerful, positive emotions.
We are killing ourselves by defining our lives with hate.
I will talk with anyone but I will not allow hate into my conversations or my space. I am in control of me and I choose to hold onto love with all my being. Continue reading
I am a woman.
I had periods and bled on sheets.
But my voice does not matter, my voice was not wanted. My message fit in with those who were told they were not welcome to march with the women of the world, so while the march spoke out for women “everywhere,” I sat at home.
I sit with many women who chose a different path than many of those who marched. That choice, evidently makes us all now, women who do not matter. We do not have a place at the table. Our input into important issues is not permitted. We are the women, who are sent to the outer tents when we bleed. We are not allowed to contaminate the others, except our exile is not for one week of the month . . . ours is permanent.
There can be no doubt that we are women. We had mothers and fathers who loved us, we played with dolls, we did all the girl things with the other girls. We went to university or got a job. We married and some divorced, we had kids and some of us grand babies and even great grand babies. We have careers or stayed home. We met situations that were difficult and yes, some of us were raped, some of us abused. Some of us were/are paid far less than we are worth. Some of us have been horribly discriminated against. Some of us are religious. We are rich and poor, overweight and underweight. We are varying degrees of attractive. Some of us conquer mountains, some of us conquer diapers. We are women no different than those who marched. But they told us we were not the right kind of women, and so we couldn’t join them. While they said they wanted “everyone’s” support – that did not include ours. Had we marched, had we said anything, our voice would have been “booed,” because these women are not about love and inclusion … this is just one big mean girl’s party. Continue reading
I am not sure why there are still so many people on this planet earth who are completely unaware of how much their day to day lives are manipulated by people with agendas that have nothing to do with looking out for our welfare.
Our minds have been systematically lulled into a state of comatose until we are nothing more than mere puppets, moving with each tug on our strings to a perfectly choreographed dance. The dance is about us doing exactly what they want us to until we have moved so far down a dark and bumpy road that we can never make our way back.
Someone bottled water and started to sell it. At first, it was all about appearing chic, a new accessory to flaunt around, like a designer bag, proving you were truly one of the beautiful people. People were recreating scenes from “The Princess and the Pea,” when they ordered water with fancy names in restaurants as if their constitutions were too delicate to drink mere tap water. Then they started carrying it around with them and now, everyone buys water when they can merely turn on the tap and get a drink and fill their own bottle. Continue reading