In January 2017, I went to the Women’s March in Washington D.C and it was an amazing experience. I wasn’t a political rebel in the 60’s like so many of my peers. I was focused on my life, and where it was going, and politics were of no interest to me. Now, it is hard to ignore the effect that politics has on us all.
In 2017, the political environment for women had suddenly become front and center. Regardless of your political views, no woman feels celebrated or acknowledged by a man who has a practice of grabbing women by the lady bits, an administration that wants to control reproductive rights by restricting access to birth control.
Of course, such a policy disproportionately affects lower income women who rely on insurance, programs, or Planned Parenthood to decide exactly when they feel prepared enough to bring another human into the world. Raising a child is the hardest job in the world if you do it right. No woman should be forced to bear a child when she doesn’t not feel physically, mentally and financially able to care for. Children suffer when that is the status quo. Quite frankly, I just don’t understand all of this focus on birth control when Viagra for erectile dysfunction is a covered medication. Men are not subject to any scrutiny about decisions that they make for their body.
No woman feels embraced in a country that is more than 51% women, that doesn’t have an equal rights amendment. I really don’t understand why when an amendment to the Constitution is proposed to give women equal rights, there is opposition to it.
I am going to spend more time on it because I don’t have the answers right now, but exactly who votes against an Equal Rights Amendment, and why? WTH. I want to hear someone articulate the reasoning behind that. Or explain to me why women still make less than men for doing the exact, same job?
So anyway, with the degradation of rights to health care, LGBTQ discrimination, minorities and immigrants’ rights vanishing, I wanted to go to the march for all those people who need support. I don’t need anything at this stage of my life; I have medical care, I have income, I am not working for a company that discriminates against women, and I make equal pay for the job that I do. I wasn’t marching for myself.
I could just go on cruises as a senior citizen, but for whatever reason, I can’t go with that plan. I like to go on vacation, but don’t understand people who are content to just party and vacation. I don’t understand celebrities who have to live in $60 million dollar homes. Why? So people will think you are something great? Good for you-you have the ability to relax and enjoy the life that you made.
Me, I have angst about the world, and feel like I have to be productive, even if it is just providing healthy recipes so my readers can improve their diet. I feel like I have to be contributing. I don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t learning something, teaching something or creating something. I think it’s a curse. If I won the lottery, I would feel compelled to solve the homeless problem. I can’t comprehend the suffering of any person, man, woman, or child who doesn’t have a home, a nest, a kitchen, a safe place to call yours, even if it is just a room, a bed, a lamp and a book. A place to lay your head down, and regenerate. That
So back to the Women’s March-I can’t even describe how incredibly awesome it was. Millions of people– men, women and children, were marching for a better life for themselves, and others. No one was there for tax cuts. I felt that we the people, will make a difference.
Now, 18 months later, we have seen the maturation and expansion of the #metoo movement and has brought to light issues that have affected women for centuries. I am inspired by it, motivated by it, and optimistic about the future for women. But, the subject has also made every woman, regardless of age, examine experiences that have been shoved down, ignored, repressed or just accepted.
How do you feel about the Equal Rights Amendment? Do you notice the lack of equal rights in your life? Who are the women that inspire you?