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The Conspiracy And The Secret

September 14, 2012 - Author: newscoma

One of the great mysteries that your parents will never tell you, or your grandparents for that matter, that it doesn’t matter how old you are, you will always have a piece of your 16-year-old self in your soul.

Apparently this is a damned secret that all parents take some sort of parent code where they decide you must figure this out for yourself. It must be some sort of Skulls and Bones secret society oath that each mother and father take on the day you are born. I imagine capes and witchcraft that the secret must be kept!

It really is the only explanation.

Fragments of that 16-year-old include that no one ever feels that they are the actual age they are. I constantly feel like that I shouldn’t be on the front side of 50. It shocks me, quite frankly, and I still go through the highs and lows of lack-of-confidence, finding my swagger, losing my swagger, seeking my mojo, realizing it was there and so on.

It still pains me to see people be purposefully mean-spirited, I still get a bit dusty-eyed every single time I see To Kill A Mockingbird and I’m still a “star in my car’ when I like a song on the radio. You will see me singing like I’m channeling Robert Plant and I do no apologize.

And, to quote my sister, I rarely feel like a “growed up” although I am required to do “growed up” things.

I know, random.

 

 

 

 

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A Sense Of Urgency

September 10, 2012 - Author: newscoma

I believe that one of the things that bothers average citizens, and this is just my opinion, is the lack of urgency that candidates and elected officials in the off season display until it becomes election time.

I like Sen. Andy Berke is still governing and opposing legislation right now. This is his last season on the Hill but he keeps working. Same thing goes for Sen. Beverly Marrero who was defeated earlier this year but she still keeps trucking.

Berke, of course, is running for mayor of Chattanooga, but I really don’t believe that Marrero will fold up her tent despite the fact that later this year she won’t be holding elected office. I can name others who don’t stop in the off-season and I think this is highly important.

They have displayed a sense of urgency.

In our country right now there is a lot of media noise, as I’ve said before, and it’s not easy cutting through the static when talking about issues that impact real people. From women’s reproductive rights to the bitter reality of the recession, we see this every day and not just in an election year.

Just some random thoughts on this Monday morning, and I do want to add that real Tennesseans feel this 365 days a year. They want quality of life and are willing to work for it, they want their children educated, they want to not worry about shelter and most important, they want to feel valued.

These issues are why diligence and urgency are important all the time, not in spurts. I think it is important to remember that.

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A Tale Of A Fish Fry, A Blues Band And Important Realizations

September 9, 2012 - Author: newscoma

As I sat at a marvelous fish fry held by friends last night, I ran into some new people who. We were going to leave earlier than we did but sometimes synchronicity happens with people and one hour led into countless hours until we all realized that we needed to head home.

I’m not sure any of us wanted to go but as grown ups, you know something wonderful is happening it still has to come to an end.

The band played on a stage in the backyard where the musicians performed Delta Blues to the point I wondered if I was in Memphis and coolers filled with beer lined the backyard and never seemed to empty. Football scores for everyone’s favorite team (and believed me it varied) were shared from the two televisions running in the house and from a few of us who were following along on Twitter. We talked of ghosts, sports and politics and what could be and what would never be again.

The fish was fresh, soaked in buttermilk and then fried and the hushpuppies had bits of onion mixed delicately in the cornmeal. White beans sat in aluminum pans heated by sterno lights. Homemade desserts were passed out every 20 minutes until we laughed that we were going into an insulin coma.

Children ran about the yard around the stage chasing a litter of kittens that the owners of the house have not been able to find homes for thus far. The kittens would occasionally sneak on the stage as the band continued to play Sonny Boy Johnson and Stevie Ray Vaughn.  And for the first time in months, there was a slight chill in the air that promised fall, my favorite time of the year.

Yet it was the conversation that compelled us to stay. We teased a Herman Cain fan as this was a very bipartisan crowd and he teased us (we kidded that we won that argument when I said “Two words, Jon Hunstman dude!”), we talked about Occupy Nashville, we discussed about getting older, pottery, our favorite local pubs, how Nashville is just a bunch of small towns glooped together and more. We shared our similarities more than we shared our differences, something I didn’t know that I needed but I did more than air I guess. There was no strategizing and finagling and disagreeing about politics and pop culture.  It was, as I said, more than that. It was one of those moments of synchronicity for a few of us, something we readily admitted to each other. I did not know these people 24 hours ago but I know them now. And I want to continue to know them because of reasons I cannot easily explain.

Sometimes you don’t know what you need until it arrives.

And the best part, is it felt good. Better than I can describe in these brief  words yet I feel it is important to remember the power of moments like these. You see, this chance encounter made me want to write more than I have in a year and that is a gift indeed.

I forget that these are the times where you feel very alive for the right reasons which seem small but are enormous in the scope of things. There are some moments which are hard to explain yet important.

Cleansing the soul is a good thing especially when you didn’t even know it was dusty.

 

 

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Searching For Part-Time Work In Tennessee

September 8, 2012 - Author: newscoma

I am going to write today about getting older and searching for jobs. If you find this distasteful, I want you to stare repeatedly at this picture. No, really. I think it is important that you be entertained. For those who are going to stick with me, let’s rock and roll.

Since I moved to Nashville, I have been blessed with one of the most fantastic part-time jobs that a person could have. It’s really a joy and I’m probably one of the luckiest people on the planet. Yet, we live in a world that part-time isn’t enough. I know more people with two or three jobs than I do that just head to one place of employment in a week.

Which comes to my mortal enemy, the resume. Over the past several months I have sent my resume out in countless online applications. I’ve changed it up a thousand times. At the last count of sending out online applications, I’ve probably sent out hundreds. This is always new to me as when I started looking for p/t work, as I don’t want to give up the other job, I would go to the business and ask if I could fill out an application. They would send me to the computer to fill out the necessary paperwork online.

As I love to please, I did exactly as I was told. And being an optimist, I thought that was easy-peasy. This won’t take much time at all. And that, campers, is the beginning of the story when my optimism turned into a fiery ball of twine set on fire by my naiveté.

I also did what was asked and attached the resume. This, my friends, is an interesting concept. No resume can really describe me, what I do and what I can offer. It’s like throwing a piece of white bread into a toaster and I think this applies to a lot of people. White bread isn’t that exciting and neither are resumes quite frankly. As a former manager, I really hated sifting through resumes. I was more interested in meeting the person to see if they were a good fit. I understand its importance, but I still don’t believe it is enough.

I also think when people find out I’m older (yet awesome) woman, it does create a bit of barrier although no one is ever going to say that out loud. I know older woman aren’t supposed to say it because I have found we usually get crap for bringing it up, but let me tell you many of my friends in my age range talk about this. The thing is, no one else talks about it.  Why should we talk in hushed tones about something that is very apparent and real to us?

You get to a point that the silence is not only deafening. it’s emotionally painful. When Lowes or Home Depot (add any company of your choice)  do not think you are worthy of watering plants or stocking lightbulbs, it can be very disconcerting. And I’ve applied for jobs that are specific to my skill set. That’s been a bit better but it still more like crickets.  You see, what I want to do is show them my bio.

I put up on Twitter the other day that if any one who is doing a job search be it for full or part-time work, it would be so much easier if our cover letters just yelled in all caps “PICK ME! PICK ME! I’M REALLY THE ONE YOU WANT!” yet that is frowned upon.

And the other issue comes down that so many people in the work force want you to do a lot of work and not pay you for it. I get these emails quite a bit. I appreciate that they think I’m groovy, but I’m at a time in my life that I can’t do things for free. I don’t even mind bartering a bit, but when this is brought up by yours truly, nine times out of 10 I don’t even get a follow-up email. (P.S. if you are candidate, this isn’t very nice so work on that please. Not all of you do it, but it happens quite a bit. Respond even if it is a polite no.)

This is just my observation of what I have had to go through since moving two years ago. The reality is that I have to find something and resumes are now being sent outside of Nashville. (The dreaded resume again.)  And it isn’t just me, it’s a lot of people. As I said earlier this week, recovery doesn’t mean recovered. We are recovering but we aren’t there yet.

This is my story. I know there are a lot of people out there with similar stories. Men, women, college graduates, seniors and the list goes on. One bit of advice, no one is going to cheer you on, I’ve learned this, so you have to be your own cheerleader.

That’s what I’m doing.

 

Related from 2009 when I first lost my job I wrote a series on being unemployed in Tennessee. You can see that here, here, and here. The last post in the series was about the very real depression that occurs when a person is unemployed.

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Bill Clinton, Compromise And The Road To Recovery

September 6, 2012 - Author: newscoma

I haven’t been writing about the DNC in Charlotte much because I wanted to absorb it. I watched some of the RNC and I felt like I saw a continent drowning. I’ve watched this week and I realize it’s a pep rally, but I didn’t feel like FEAR was the ongoing drumbeat.

I’m partisan, I own it and I don’t lie about that. Yet, I have a lot of friends that think differently than I do about politics but I don’t hate them. I just feel differently than they do. We still get a long. We will cancel each others votes out, but at the end of the time we spend together, we don’t hate each other.

You see, I think that’s important.

Compromise is important, I agree with President Clinton on this one. Yet also pushing the truth in an environment of falsehoods is also crucial. Policy, my friends, is boring but it is what runs the nation. The thing about Clinton is he could always communicate policy, politics and the personal ways it would impact regular folks. He does that well and I think both sides of the aisle can agree on that. I think the main reason why this works so well with his style of communication is he doesn’t talk down to folks.

I don’t think there is one person that hasn’t had to sacrifice in the last few years and it goes way back. To blame this economic problem on one person is ridiculous. It came in waves over a vast period of time. It’s going to take a bit of time to fix it. This means patience, this means confidence and it will require not only cooperation but opposition when the weapons of mass distraction are brought out to thwart the issues.

It’s called recovery. We haven’t completely recovered yet.

So I’m allowing myself this chance to experience the convention. To listen to the American voices that I grew up with and to enjoy that folks are talking about what is right about this country, and not all the perceived grievances I heard last week. I’m enjoying that we are discussing diversity and policy, not social issues (such as last week) that were designed to divide.

I believe that we all have a place in this country and that working together is a hell of a lot better than fighting alone.

We’ve done it before in this country.

 

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On Snark Throughout The Ages

August 30, 2012 - Author: newscoma

Snark throughout the ages has transformed itself. I was talking to my friend Steve Ross about Jackson Baker’s column on the Akin/Carr issue and I must give JB credit, he slashed subtly with a million paper cuts at Carr exquisitely trying to get him to own up to what he said. 

There was a southern genteel manner in which he did it.

Snark isn’t new and goes back forever. One thing that Ross and I discussed was how Oscar Wilde was a master of it as was Mark Twain, who was more blunt with an American sort of grit where Wilde mocked you.

From Wilde: Sometimes the poor are praised for being thrifty. But to recommend thrift to the poor is both grotesque and insulting. It is like advising a man who is starving to eat less.

And here’s one from Mark Twain: In religion and politics people’s beliefs and convictions are in almost every case gotten at second-hand, and without examination, from authorities who have not themselves examined the questions at issue but have taken them at second-hand from other non-examiners, whose opinions about them were not worth a brass farthing.

Snark has changed throughout the decades and centuries. We moved through the populist humor of Will Rogers, Lenny Bruce who was harsh, vulgar and many times right and then into the man who made an art form of dissecting political commentary in digestable bite size snippets who continues to be missed.

That man was George Carlin.

When I read JB’s article, his snark was subtle and dead on he proved his point. He didn’t take a stick to it, which is why Ross and I discussed it. JB gave Carr a generous pass but he also didn’t let him get away with anything either.

It’s a reminder that you can make your point without taking an ax to someone.

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Fact, Fiction And Perception About Rural Tennessee

August 26, 2012 - Author: newscoma

If there is one thing that author Stephen King does well is that he understands societal issues, both good and bad,  in small towns. From Salems Lot to Under The Dome to IT and the compelling 11.22.63, each of his towns breathe and in many ways are very realistic if you can get past the villains.  It’s fiction, but there is some excellent commentary in these novels.

He seems to understand the balance between secrets that are dark and hidden to the reality and that there is simple joy of living in rural areas. Family, bike runs for friends who are ill, church, friends at the bar, festivals or sitting around the kitchen table (which happens everywhere) are important. It’s part of being part of a community. Of course with King, there is always going to be the boogie man hiding under the bed, but I’m not talking about that here. He gets the small intimacies of rural America.

I also think, and I’ve written about this before, there is a romance about small towns and a grit to be admired for those who aren’t judging small towns for the sake of judging them.

Last year, Ronnie Dunn recorded a song called “Cost of Living” that became a hit last year. It was written by a man named Phillip Coleman, who is from Obion County, and Dunn himself telling the story of a dying town that has no job and a seemingly tired man just looking for a shot. I have no idea why I connected King and Dunn, but it seems right. There is real horror sometimes of not knowing where the next mortgage is going to come from. I own it, I get all dusty every time I hear that song and see those folks from Goodyear in the video.

One thing on moving to Nashville is I still find myself talking about rural America. I was never as surprised to hear more than once that some folks don’t care or even want to take the time for a conversation to get it. That bothers me.  That rural towns will literally vanish if infrastructure isn’t in place. Schools are community anchors. That there are some delightfully wonderful people who are watching what is happening in Nashville and Washington. And when I heard from two different people recently some condescending things about rural voters, it got me thinking and then it pissed me off. And I’m pretty sure my examples above may seem odd but they work.

That the jobs are invisible to rural Tennesseans doesn’t mean that they still aren’t looking. For every five losses of viable employment, there has been some gain but still not enough to employ everyone.

I guess my question is that there is as much validation in small less populated areas as there is any larger areas. When did we use snippers to eliminate certain voices that might be allies? There are allies if people will listen and just quit talking at them.

And this is every home town that I always lovingly called Hoots. I’m not making the place a hero, it’s not, I’m just saying benches could be built. If you don’t believe me, just ask.

Now you may be inquiring why I’m even comparing King and Dunn to small towns? I can answer that. They have a large audience and King tends to focus on a lot of good as well as his tales of things lurking in the shadows. Dunn’s commentary on the fatigue occurring for people desperately looking to make a living after years of putting in their time is more than accurate. Willie Nelson didn’t start Farm Aid for nothing, my friends, and now farms are corporate beasts. You think it’s just Wall Street, it’s not.

You probably aren’t going to listen to me but the fictional accounts have a lot of truth in them and that’s why I brought it up. There isn’t anything I can do about Washington but vote with my conscience, but there is a lot we can all do in Tennessee.

 

 

 

 

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How Can Any Message Matter?

- Author: newscoma

This is a day and age that every word is dissected. With that comes challenges to find out what words matter and what words don’t.

Every sentence is scrutinized. Every message is torn apart. How can a political message stand on it’s on in this day of new media and messaging? How can any message for that matter?

Subtleties are important, I really do believe this, but it appears that being subtle isn’t an option anymore. When news sources like the aggregator The Huffington Post has Kanye and Kim on the front page (doesn’t cost them anything) and the never ending side-boob story, we lose. We lose because policy matters. We lose because subtle doesn’t work anymore, which I wrote about last weekend. What ends up happening is this message about government and political importance is swept away.

You only have a moment.

It’s important to be consistent in thought and action when a politician is running for office. It’s also important to be graceful under pressure, something we haven’t seen much this week if you put Summerville and Hurley in the equation.

It goes both ways to both parties. And with so many voters on the fence these days it is best to say what you mean and mean what you say to quote Dr. Seuss.

Attack politics have been around since the beginning of time. That isn’t going away but there are ways to educate with facts. Holding politicians accountable is important but it is coming down to citizens doing it as much as newspapers who used to have the traditional role of watchdogs. That isn’t the case as it once was because mainstream media is a business and money is the key. Independent professional media does, to be fair, still seem to be throwing fisticuffs and that is good news.

So, I offer you some very good voices to go and visit this weekend if you have a few moments that I haven’t link to (other than Laura) before. They aren’t all political, but their voices are strong and clear.

  • Laura Creekmore has a post on being a woman in 2012 and what this election cycle means. LINK
  • Like The Dew might give you some food for thought not only on politics but Southern culture. LINK
  • Nooga has a really good site worth many looks which has a variety of writers and guest columnists. It’s not partisan, discusses culture as well as quality of life in Chattanooga and it is consistent. LINK
  • Nancy Van Reece combines a great deal of different things you might want to keep your eye on. LINK
There are others. I was reminded this weekend by the supportive and encouraging Lora Ellen Stephenson that we need to focus on voices of those who are consistent and provide thought, action and give us an opportunity to be introspective. We need to support many voices through our links and whatever we can do to make sure messages are heard.
No one has to yell alone, we can organize together.

 

 

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“There can be no great accomplishment without risk.” – Neil Armstrong

August 25, 2012 - Author: newscoma

They gathered around the wooden console television that set in my grandmother’s living room. My grandparents’ house always smelled of delectable southern food like fried chicken, slow-cooked hand-picked greens or purple hull peas doused in bacon fat that we would pick out of the pod ourselves. It was her living room though, there were other parts of the house that I attributed to my grandfather.

Just memories that sit hidden right now as I memorialize the ghosts that sit in my past in a small town in northwest Tennessee.

I was four and I do remember the first moon landing. I remember the excitement of the adults. In later years when my sister was a bit older and we had a few Apollo missions under our belt, I do recall her asking my Nanny is Jesus was on the moon because she thought she saw him. My grandmother told that story for years, although I do not recall what mission that was.

Yet I do remember the first one only because of the unbridled and nervous vibration going on amongst my family and their friends.

Neil Armstong died today and you’d have to live under a rock not to know that. He was amazing. And I feel in love with a sentence about him today from writer Bill Barol that I wanted to share.

He seems to have sensed that the music was in what he did, not what he said, and that for the rest of his life he could never say anything that would measure up to the enormity of the achievement for which he had become the unwilling public face.

I attribute Armstong with the stars and the moon. The photos from the moon are still some of my favorite ones on the planet and I do see the irony that they weren’t taken on this planet, so there.

And it was a time that we worked together in this country and not against each other. Pres. John F. Kennedy said “We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things. Not because they are easy, but because they are hard.”

Godspeed to you Neil Armstrong as you showed us that everything is a risk. You even said it and it is why it is the name of this post.

The risk he took was worth it. I hope upcoming generations can follow your bravery and the depths of your compassion and your exquisite ability to know what your actions did and that words in your later life were used sparsely and effectively.

I still smell the fried chicken at my grandmother’s home. I also remember the giddy hope that filled the room after he took his first step as we moved toward the ’70s.

It something you don’t forget.

 

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Let The Right One In

- Author: newscoma

In the book “Let The Right One In” (Also “Let Me In”) by John Ajvide Lindqvist is a dark Swedish novel that focuses on the relationship between a vampire and a disturbed young boy who is being violently bullied at school. Actually, it’s more than that, it is about what lies under the dirt in any community. It is as much about human monsters as it is the supernatural.

I feel like you will either love this novel or hate it, but it focuses on issues that happen everywhere despite that it is set in another country. The loss of historical identity in suburban areas who don’t have a rich history is a large theme in the book. The line Lindqvist uses is “beige.”  In the second page of the book, he writes about how shopping malls and three story apartment buildings do not have the history that a forest or an old mill might have. Coffee shops replaced by franchises of fern bars (paraphrasing here and my take) don’t create a  community. And that communities only 30 years old forget the “history and terror of the past. Which describes how unprepared they were. So no one was prepared when they moved in.”

Which, of course, is the basis of the book. When you aren’t watching, you may let the right one in by merely not paying attention. And the right one is a loaded sentence because he/she might not be right at all.

I read this novel in May but there are aspects of it that have stayed in my mind over the summer.

There is one line in the book that is haunting on how one of the lead characters is being bullied at school. I’ll let it speak for itself and it occurs in the mere seconds after a rather violent episode inflicted on Oskar from several of his schoolmates in the first ten pages of the book.

“He got up and left the bathroom. Didn’t wipe up the drop of blood. Let someone see it, let them wonder. Let them think someone had been killed here, because someone had been killed here. And for the hundredth time.”

The book is more, as I said earlier, than a vampire stereotype. There are no romanticized vampires in this story, and as the author explained in an interview it was as much about being rescued from the bullying as much as anything.  It’s as much as a social commentary on institutional apathy and existential agony over being irrelevant and invisible.

I find so much of this relevant right now.  To quote Harlan Ellison “I have no mouth and I must scream” sort of fits when it becomes silently apparent that what so many people are saying isn’t being heard.

I haven’t seen the movies but I will yet I just can’t get over the images created by the actual book.

You never know who the monsters are, but we knew that.

 

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No One Can Hear In A Hurricane

August 24, 2012 - Author: newscoma

“What is wrong with people?”

I was asked this yesterday by a friend of mine. I often say this myself but I could tell she was watching the news closely. She really isn’t a news junkie and often will ask me what I think about things. She also doesn’t get online much as she is working, building a relationship and spends time with her family. I admire that about her as I miss my family quite a bit these days.

My friend is from Florida and knows about hurricanes. I’ve never been in a hurricane. She has.

If this hurricane comes through like meterologists are predicting, Haiti is in for some true further hurt from nature beyond their control. We discussed this at length yesterday. So many Haitians are living in tents after the earthquake still so how can they be protected from the ocean falling in on them. We talked about this for a long time. That country doesn’t have the resources that the United States does in rebuilding infrastructure if it is damaged. As she went back to work, I got online. I saw someone online talking about the GOP’s convention getting hit by the weather in somewhat of a snarky way. When she asked me what that was as she came to look at what I was doing, I told her.

Thus “What’s wrong with people” filled our conversation for awhile.

And I realized something I already knew. When did this become more important than the issue of caring for other people. You see, I can be snark girl and I own it, but I also know that everyone deserves compassion. Politics and news, my friends, has gotten to the point where I’m not seeing a lot of loving thy neighbor. I’m seeing blame and fear from every side.

We live in a world of entertainment news where substance has become less important than being direct and factual. We need style. We need sexy. We live in a world where celebrities trend and sell books when they “leak” a sex tape but that 19 folks where shot last night in Chicago and it barely blips. Of course New York’s shooting did because it was the Empire State Building and tourist traffic was everywhere.

And many people don’t listen as a whole. Are we listening to our neighbors who might need help? Are we thinking about those who might be in need? I feel that we have moved so far into being afraid of what we might lose (and we have lost a lot in the last decade) that we aren’t hearing anything because the noise is deafening. And one thing my friend said about the hurricane is that is was terrifying and you couldn’t hear anything. The wind was loud and angry filled with walls of water that don’t care if you are right or left, old or poor or rich or … and the list goes on.

I’ve heard a tornado once that filled the night and the sound probably was similar.

You couldn’t hear a thing.

And that’s is sometimes what I feel about the world of communication these days.

I think people who know me in real life know that I’m a pretty good listener. I do have some ability at building friendships and professional alliances. I have friends all across the spectrum on the left, right, different genders and generations that I could sit and listen to all day.

The key is listening and then feel like you are being heard. I’ve said it before and I will say it again, conversations can build fantastic things.

With political media on both sides of the spectrum acting akin to something like jellyfish, masses of scary stingers (ask Diana Nyad) that are out to just hurt, my hope is that we can get through where we can have conversations filled with knowledge and not throwing fear molotov cocktails at each other.

I guess that’s just what’s on my mind today.

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Tennessee And Changing The Definition Of Rape

August 20, 2012 - Author: newscoma

I use to cover a lot of trials when I was a reporter. Many of those trials in the small district in northwest Tennessee were rapes, domestic violence and basically crimes against women.

One trial. the rape victim was a nine-month old child. Another time there was the rape of an older woman. Those are dramatic, I know, but let’s realize that a lot of rapes aren’t reported such as date rape. We live in a society that shames women. Women have bible verses taken out of context and thrown at them about sex, and then if we are violated then it was God’s will? I had an angry fit about 20 years ago when a young woman was asked on the stand by an attorney “What were you wearing?” followed by “Where you drinking?”

It doesn’t matter and those are the kind of questions that define rape culture.

I’ve said it before and I will keep on saying it until my teeth fall out of my mouth that rape is rape. And using rape as an abortion political talking point is sickening.

We need politicians to lead us, not ground us out burying our voices under oppression and dirt. The good thing that happens when an asshat like Todd Akin tries to use the term “legitimate rape” and wants us to swallow that line of crap is that people stand up, they stand together and they say NO! Every time that an Akin of the world says that women who are raped rarely get pregnant we can yell back that there were 32,000 pregnancies last year resulting from rape.

And, I can only hope that we can get these people out of office. I also hope that our political system will work diligently to get Akin off the Committee on Science, Space and Technology because he obviously doesn’t need to be near anything to do with basic science.

We have choices right now. One of those choices is not what it once was when I was a young activist. We fought for change, that women would be heard in courts and although it isn’t perfect, we have more than we did before than we had. Now the mission is different. We are going to have to fight not to lose our basic civil rights when it comes to our own bodies.

We need to fight with facts.

We can call Akin a hideous moron all day long but that’s not going to change the fact that he got caught. There are a lot of legislators out there who believe the same thing. We need to make sure that we have legislators out there will work on policy that moves us forward. We don’t need men like Paul Ryan and Akin redefining the definition of rape. Four members of the congressional delegation for the state of Tennessee signed on to this “redefinition” last year. Familiarize yourself with those names. Know them and also take note that one is a woman. Please also take note that one is a doctor who was once accused of domestic violence.

I wrote this post in February of 2011. I would kindly like to ask you to give it another read.

I said it then and I will say it again, rape is rape.

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