The Ground Shifted For Women This Week.

My daughter said something to me recently that I just brushed off in the moment. We had been talking about the importance of protecting and preserving open space, and she just looked at me and smiled.

“You should be mayor, mom.”

Aren’t kids cute? They are.

I told her not enough people like me where we live, and left it at that. But I didn’t forget it. Not the idea of running for mayor – lordy. I’m not that much of a masochist.

The fact that when she says something like that, and looks at me the way she does, she’s serving up admiration at a time in her life that I have feared approaching – middle school, teen years, the mother-daughter grudge match that seemingly no family can escape.

And instead she tells me to run for office.

Thing is, I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. I’ve never run for anything. Ever. Not even like a school election. I’m not a fan of seeing myself big – like big on a poster. Anything big on a poster is kind of gnarly – specifically, for me, big meat. But big humans come in second.

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Just…no. 

And I’m still just too scared to say how I really feel about things. Maybe that’s something I have in common with politicians?  Some of them? Probably. Donations quiet their fears, I suppose.

But I thought about that this week, when I could feel my insides get heavy as I heard about what was happening with the Title X decision. I won’t go deep into it, because there’s nothing anyone can do about it except collectively change who holds the highest offices in the country, but I will say the issue sat with me for a whole day.

And then it sat with me for most of the next day – the day I’m writing this — which is why I feel like I have to get it out here or risk allowing it to sit with me tomorrow.

The ground shifted beneath American women Monday and barely anyone knew about it. I didn’t, until I heard a news report. And then I did a little research to find out the back story, and that’s when my stomach tightened up.

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Effectively, the government inserted its nosey-ass self into the conversations women have, in private, with their doctors. And it told them what they are and aren’t allowed to discuss.

Ground. Shifting.

This won’t affect me, though. It won’t affect my kids, likely. It won’t affect a lot of women I know because they aren’t disadvantaged, living in rural areas or in need of federal assistance.

But, that’s not the point. And it also is the point, kind of.

The point is it’s a starting point. It’s not really the starting point, though, it’s just another point along a righteous mission to strip women of their right to make choices about their own bodies. I can only imagine the shitstorm that would rain down if the government were able to regulate a man’s sex life.

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One of my favorite quotes, stuck to the back of my dirty car.

It’s a bunch of bullshit. It’s also a scary thing, at least for me, to feel passionately about publicly. I have a lot of conservative friends. A lot of friends who celebrate decisions like these. And I respect them for having the courage to say how they feel, openly.

I also respectfully and vehemently disagree.

I just don’t think anyone should be able to legislate what I do with my body, certainly when this country is supposed to have a celebrated separation between church and state.

But, it’s not the first time we’ve proven ourselves, as a nation, as hypocrites. Makes you wonder what’s next?  Because there will be a “next” thing on this slow-approaching storm. Hoping an election can hold that storm at bay.