I’m good, thanks.

I’d like to start off today’s post with a couple of disclaimers. 

First, I promise this will be the first, last and only somewhat political post.  This website is intended to promote my writing and connect with my readers, and it will remain as such.

Second, there are social injustices in this country.  I am in no way, shape or form negating that fact. 

That being said, a few thoughts have occurred to me as I am bombarded with twenty-four-hour news coverage of the Women’s Marches around the country.  I’ve spent much of today reflecting on some of my accomplishments. 

This year alone, I started a publishing company, published my first novel, launched a website and promoted the aforementioned.  I have gotten up early in the morning to drive myself to work at a job where my male counterparts make exactly the same pay I do.   Sometimes, I exercise before work, sometimes I’m too lazy.  I have cleaned my house and other days I have neglected my chores.  Most nights, I will cook dinner for my family.  Other nights, I am too busy or just plain don’t feel like it.  I have managed to attend to my feminine needs without ruining my bedding or my clothes, because, unlike Ashley Judd, my mother taught me about basic personal hygiene.  I have learned how to defend myself because I refuse to be a victim.  Everything accomplished without permission from my husband.

The list goes on.  In the past, I have had a child out of wedlock without being stoned to death.  Twelve years ago, I made the life altering decision to file for divorce because it was the right thing to do for myself and my children.  No one stopped me.  I fell in love again, choosing to cohabitate for over seven years before remarrying.  There were no honor killings in my house.

I personally know women who have had numerous abortions for no reason other than they changed their minds.  This is not a joke, I know several who use abortion as a form of birth control, most of the time without the knowledge or consent of the father.  Never have they been beaten in the streets.

My point is, in this day and age, we have laws to protect against sexism, racism, ageism, etc.  If those laws are violated, there should be swift and decisive justice.  We all have equal rights under the law. 

But, for the love of God, please stop marching for me.  I don’t need another woman to come riding up on her white horse to save me anymore than I need a man to.  Go march for the women in Saudi Arabia, Iraq, China or anywhere else women are actually being oppressed. 

Rant over, soapbox now safely stored away.