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    Sunday
    Jul182010

    I have no words for this

    "Your ignorance cramps my conversation. " ~Anthony Hope

    If someone close to you - a family member, coworker, friend - came up to you and sincerely thought that Barack Obama is a Muslim terrorist; how would you respond? Would you feel it is your civic duty to set them straight or would you IGNORE, IGNORE, IGNORE and then drink?
    Sunday
    Jul182010

    The Rules of Engagement

    Now with bonus head-exploding addendum!


    "When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President; I'm beginning to believe it." ~Clarence Darrow


    I'm 24 and I could probably tell the average 34 year old more about politics in 30 minute pedicure session all the while blissfully reading this week's US Weekly and interjecting with my thoughts on Speidi after flipping each page. I'm not an expert on politics; electoral, congressional, presidential, gubernatorial, none of it, but I feel like I need to say very slowly to some members of our studio audience that there are people - me - who actually go to school to study the science of politics and then they end up with careers in that particular field. There are actual people in the world who discuss politics each and every single day to the point where if they go home and have to read the regurgitated, hyperbolic, misinformed bullshit from people who suddenly decided to pick up the newspaper - apologies, it's 2008, so by 'newspaper' I mean blog - then their heads will explode. Death by Ignorance.


    And while I commend people for taking the time to now get informed on issues that others have been engrossed in for decades, I don't appreciate taking a stance on an issue based on a wikipedia entry or deciding on who to vote for because someone sports the same genitalia that you sport.


    Yesterday evening I got angry. Like irate over the presence of a photo on Flickr of a McPalin sign. Which is fine, if you agree with someone on the issues then that is fine but don't then get huffy and menacing and have your wittle baby feelings hurt when people start to question you or offer dissenting opinions. Especially if your 'post' on why you support them leaves much to be desired. And when people voice their valid opinions and ask you WHY then don't go off and stomp your feet and say that people are so fucking rude. They aren't being rude they're asking questions and if you're going to broadcast your political affiliation then at least be prepared to answer simple god damn questions.


    There are bits and pieces to both candidates that are imperfect and their stances are still being worked out. Fuck, Barack Obama once proudly supported school choice and vouchers but at least I am able to wade through his positions and tell you which onces I can wholeheartedly support and which make me feel like he's raking his nails across a chalkboard just to see me flinch. And so if McPalin is your choice fine, go right on ahead and vote for them, that's the great thing about Democracy but be able to back up your reasoning and do not, I repeat do not, get offended when someone tries to tell you otherwise. That's the great thing about America; people are allowed to argue and fight their point until their blue in the face. But you don't want to look like some dumbshit who just yesterday discovered television.


    All of this angry and need to put my foot down came after a post that Stara wrote that was incendiary even if she didn't mean for it to be as such but was also well thought out and frankly, I was proud of her for putting herself out there. But the comments she received left my mouth gaping and possibly drooling that people would actually use in an argument "Can you please not offend me personally". I hope that one day Chuck Todd interviews someone and when he presents that person with a truthful and fair argument I hope that the interviewee stops the interview and says "Um, this argument you're presenting me with offends my delicate sensibilities, could you please stop?" I hope he does stop and then apologizes and then they hold hands and walk off into the sunset.


    I'm going to cut and paste exactly what I told Stara and leave you with this so I can go walk around and breathe and appreciate literacy. I wrote this right before the irritation of utter stupidity caused so much pressure in my head that my brain shot out through my eye sockets and left nostril:


    I'm just sick of fucking sanctimonious, self-righteous people who suddenly are interested in politics and think that they are brilliant or know what the fuck they're talking about. Try doing this every god damn day as a fucking career. If any of these people had to do this for a LIVING, they would be curled up in the fetal position whimpering for their mommies because the mean man made them cry because they couldn't adequately argue their positions and they keep getting hammered on it. I don't write about politics and it's my fucking job. You know why? Because I am an expert in one thing: [redacted]. That is all. So I'm not about to argue any position but I do compliment people who write well thought out posts on a subject that they have clearly researched. But don't come and comment on those posts with some bullshit because it personally offends you. That's not what politics is about.


    Addendum and I swear I'll be done after this:


    So there's this chick on Flickr who is all Ra-Ra! McPalin. In her description all she says is that she loves them and loves Sarah Palin the end. When people in her comments section ask why she gets all up in arms because OMFG People had the nerve to ask her a question about why she is supporting who she is supporting. And then she got an attitude with me so I copped an attitude right back saying that it kind of comes with the territory: If you post something political people MIGHT ask why you're supporting who you are supporting. This was her response back to me:


    I'm sorry but stating "no one has given any real reason for

    why they like her" is ignorant and then asking me why I do

    is insulting. There are many reasons why I and many others

    like her and showing my support doesn't mean I have to make

    a list for other people to respect my choice. I and

    disagree that it comes w/the territory. It only comes with

    it when those types of personality come into play. I figure

    that people who like Obama have learned about him and choose

    to like him anyway...I dont ask them why. Do I need to past

    a test w/everybody to show I have researched her and

    therefore am allowed to like her?

    Thursday
    Apr082010

    And then there's that ceiling. The one made of glass.

    Originally posted at BlogHer on September 10, 2008

    My generation is known for being lazy, selfish, needy and good at talking the talk but not walking the walk. Though I suppose that's what happens when you grow up with the world literally at your fingertips. When you want to know something, the answer is there in a matter of seconds that is if the wifi hasn't suddenly gone out. I am of a generation of people who have been very, very lucky.

    With that luck though comes the cost of forgetting what happened prior so as not to make the same mistakes over and over again. We don't want to relive history and we try to be anti-establishment and set our own pace because that's how most of us have been brought up. That we - male, female, black, white - can be whatever we want to be. For this particular generation we have never been told that we can do something based on a specific set of caveats and presets but instead hat we can do something based solely on our willpower and working hard. While idealistic and possibly naive, it's still how we were raised: If you want it, you can do it.

    The way the triteness drips off that last statement is causing me physical pain and yet it's the truth. I was brought up as an black female with parents that never emphasized that I am a double minority. In fact it was rarely an issue. My parents - one from Birmingham circa the Civil Rights Movement, the other circa Queens in the 1960's - never started off a sentence with "Because you're a girl..." When I told them that I wanted to run for Congress and that I wanted to pack up and move to Washington, DC because I saw some other woman do it, they were all Go for it! And in Washington I encountered a slew of other young women just like me. The kind that were raised by parents - mothers specifically - who helped fuse the backbone of the Feminist and Civil Rights movements and so it was automatically ingrained in us that with that basis we can and should do what we want to do.

    It was in Washington when the 'feminist' bug bit me. I wouldn't call myself a feminist necessarily and the definition of such is fluid but how my mother raised me has a lot to do with the woman that I am now. The woman who when she wants a job goes after that job and will negotiate the hell out of a salary. A woman with strong beliefs on birth practices. A woman who isn't necessarily ant-patriarchy but one that doesn't feel that marriage is a necessity for happiness and that if married couldn't be paid enough to change her last name. Obviously all of this could change but the beauty of being in your mid-20's is that you get to be a little credulous. And I was surrounded by other women my age with the same beliefs of what a woman can do (EVERYTHING) and that we should go forth and take over the world. We were all supported and inspired by our parents, peers and professors. For me college resembled this New York Times article by Hannah Seligson:

    I WAS born in 1982 — about 20 years after the women’s rights movement
    began. Growing up in what many have called a post-feminist culture, I
    did not really experience institutional gender bias. “Girl power” was
    celebrated, and I felt that all doors were open to me.

    When I was in college, the female students excelled academically,
    sometimes running laps around their male counterparts. Women easily
    ascended to school leadership positions and prestigious internships. In
    my graduating class (more than half of which was female) there was a
    feeling of camaraderie, a sense that we were helping each other succeed.

    The above is one of the onslaught of articles that have popped up in recent weeks where women have to be reminded of their place and that while we've come so far we still have far to go. Perhaps they've always been there lurking but with the "equal pay for equal work" mantra during the Democratic National Convention and the Palin - Is She a Feminist or Isn't She - factor at the Republican National Convention it seems as if all that can be discussed is that there are cracks in the glass ceiling. 18 million cracks to be specific and we women need to fight and stand up for ourselves and thrust ourselves into the debate of where a woman should be if she has young children.

    These articles and arguments are mostly coming from people a decade or more older than I am. These people are far wiser so who am I to protest what they're saying and yet they forget one thing: They forget that there is an entire generation of women, like me, who were raised to believe that women as leaders in the corporate or political world is a natural thing. What has been happening as of late is a big deal and yet it isn't. It feels like it's time and yet there's that feeing from many young women that it's an obvious 'DUH' to have a woman as vice president so what's the big deal and she doesn't win there is more time. We work for women who could be us. I've spent the majority of my fairly brief career around other black women so the assumption that someone like myself can have the job that I have and do what I want to do isn't all that far fetched. Again, basing this all off of MY personal experience. Yet Seligson points out again that in this day in age things are still strikingly imperfect and imbalanced:

    But outside forces are only part of the story. I have also seen
    young women — myself included — getting in the way of their own
    success. I have found that we need to build a new arsenal of skills to
    mitigate some of our more “feminine” tendencies. Having lived in a
    cocoon of equality in college, we may have neglected these vital,
    real-world skills.

    In my own case, I realized that I needed to
    develop a thick skin, feel comfortable promoting myself, learn how to
    negotiate, stop being a perfectionist and create a professional network
    — abilities that men are just more likely to have already.

    There's this odd dichotomy and I am quoting a simple statement from American Princess who said "In this day and age, I tend to believe (or at least wish) that women
    are recognized as the equal of men. I know that's not true all of the
    time..." I'm not that starry-eyed and fanciful and yet in the back of my mind I've never had to think or say Why aren't women allowed to do this? It's more like Why not? Lately though, I keep being brought back down to Earth where most everyone else lives. Based on response from the pundits and the public that we're still debating the things we've always been debating and that there have been giant leaps yet more steps need to be taken. It's almost like every time I feel ready to stand up and for every time that I have stood up, the second I raise my head, it's met by this hard surface. And when I look up to see what's above it's just that stupid glass ceiling always in the way. Yeah, it's got a few cracks but perhaps if I bang my head a bit more, I'll finally be able to crash through.



    Heather B. also blogs in such obviously complacent fashion at No Pasa Nada. She apologizes in advance.