State of the Micks in Polimicks
There I am, bad attitude and all.
Yeah, it’s been a little quiet around here lately. And yeah, we did move, but that’s not what’s been keeping me quiet. Mostly it’s been a screaming case of outrage fatigue. I’m kind of tired of shouting at the top of my lungs the question, “Have any of you morons ever opened a fucking history book?” in response to nearly every issue on the news. I was scolded on another site for answering the question, “Do you believe that the Free Market is a viable economic strategy? Why? Why not?” with, “No. Because I have read a fucking history book.” Apparently I was snotty and not at all helpful. To which I responded, “Do the 1890s, 1920s or 1970s ring a bell for any of you?” Which was also snotty, I freely admit.
I’m also tired of Anti-Choicers trying to pretend their agenda has anything to do with “saving babies.” How can you be for “saving babies” when all you assheads are trying to do is cut the social safety net to ribbons, while trying to ban contraception, which, by the way, is the one reliable method of reducing the abortion rate: making sure women don’t get pregnant in the first place. But no, what they’re really after is punishing dirty, dirty sluts for having sex that isn’t just “close your eyes and think if Jesus.”
Now, yes, I’m ecstatic at the HHS ruling that says insurance companies have to cover contraception. YES! One gleaming bit of hope in the big, steaming dog-turd that has been the news year to date.
I’ve also been reading a lot of feminist history. In particular feminist theory regarding the treatment of women by the medical establishment. Ok, if you really want to get angry, read For Her own Good by Barbara Ehrenreich and Deirdre English. So much is clear to me about how I’ve been treated in my own experiences with doctors after reading this. Including the insistence that a uterus that drops me to my knees with cramps at least two days a month and has, in the past, made me anemic, is “perfectly normal.” When you view women as whole as diseased or pathological in the first place, well…
And also there’s the little matter of the body image demons, as my friend Jilli calls them, beating the hell out of me lately. I have totally not felt like the poster child for body acceptance lately. In fact for the last couple of weeks I’ve found myself regularly putting on and rejecting one or more outfits in the morning before work with fair regularity. I think, however, I’ve made it through the worst of that and come out the other side a little happier with myself than before. I have a post on deck that’s waiting for me to scan some old photos in order to display the gross body dysmorphia I’ve suffered with my whole life, pretty much. I’ve had some serious epiphanies lately.
Also, for the past week a lot of Molly Ivins quotes have been coming up in my feeds, and it reminded me how much I miss that lady, though I never met her, and why I started this blog back on Livejournal a million years ago. Molly Ivins told it like it was, from her apt descriptions of people, (re: Ma Ferguson a former Governor of Texas, “She had a personality like Hitler with a hangover.”), to her assessment of political games and situations. Molly Ivins will always be one of my heroes, and favorite people.
So, I’m going to try to update here more often, and with more than just book reviews. Although I do still need to review “For Her Own Good” for you guys. It is incredibly interesting, and infuriating. I also just started reading Barbara Ehrenreich’s Bright-Sided as well. So you’ll get a report on that one as well.
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