35 Weeks

by admin


You guys. This week. Woof.

I think I became pretty complacent during 8 years of President Obama. During the last 8 years, things have gone pretty well for me and my family, overall. And even though I don’t necessarily think that great change was necessary (except in Congress) I was very excited for the next president to be Hillary Clinton. I really wanted there to be a female president when I gave birth to my daughter. I wanted someone who cares about women and families, who has worked her whole career to improve policies for women and families, to hold the highest office in the country. I thought that would be a really gratifying moment. And it actually would be a pretty big fucking change, by the way. Anyway, I made phone calls for Hillary¬†but I didn’t go canvass in New Hampshire, like I might have liked, because of being pregnant and having a 2-year-old. Maybe that was a mistake, I don’t know. I guess it wouldn’t actually have made a difference, in the end. For my own mental health, I tried not to engage too deeply with too many people who disagreed with me, because I am bad at separating my emotions from political arguments and I didn’t want to get too angry. Maybe I didn’t do enough.

But this election was nothing if not emotional. The country elected a man who bragged that he is so famous he can grab women by their genitals and not get in trouble. I know everybody knows this, and that boggles my mind. I know people have already written about this, but it honestly doesn’t hurt to say it again. Many people in this country voted to elect a president who said he is so famous he can grab women by the genitals and not get in trouble. This makes me fucking furious.

I feel left behind. Now maybe I get how poor people in the middle of the country feel. It feels very bad. I wish poor people in the middle of the country (and rich sexists on the coasts who I will probably never understand) didn’t try to solve their problem by kicking other marginalized people. But I digress. I feel bad now, good job everybody. You made lots of people feel threatened, if that’s what you wanted, you did it. Lest we forget, you still hate women. Deeply.

Over the last 8 years, when I believed that Obama was handling things, that he was holding us all in his warm, safe hands, I spent my time getting married, writing plays and novels and blog posts, working various jobs to (help) pay (some) bills, thinking that I was subtly and subversively making women’s stories universal and that might influence something about how the country sees women. Now I am disillusioned. Writing plays and novels and blog posts in which I subtly and subversively present women’s stories as universal isn’t doing shit. Not fast enough, it isn’t.

So I’m not sure about you guys, but I’m going to spend more of my time working toward enacting policies that help women and families. I’m not sure what that means, yet, but I do know I’m not going to sit around doing nothing. That is a luxury I no longer have. We are in nobody’s warm, safe hands.

Let me connect this more directly to the fact that I’m 35 weeks pregnant. Here’s the thing about women: we make the babies. We are the only ones who can make the babies. If America wants babies, we need women to make them. It’s unfair, but that’s biology, we can’t get angry at biology. What we can get angry at is that America doesn’t support women enough when they are making (and feeding) the babies. Men get to be in power because they have the time, because they don’t make the babies. And men make the decisions and enact the policies, so they leave behind the women, who are at home, making the babies. With less support for women and babies from the government, too many women leave their jobs so they can take care of the babies, which they need to do IN ORDER FOR OUR SPECIES TO CONTINUE, WHICH IS A BIOLOGICAL IMPERATIVE.

I am frustrated by this, obviously.

So I’m going to dedicate the rest of my life to raising my babies and also making it possible for women all over the country to raise their babies and also obtain powerful positions of authority so that they can support other women, so that they can rise to power and support other women, and on and on and on, and the women and babies will be in somebody’s safe, warm hands. I believe in America and in humanity and in women and babies and there is no time to be dicking around anymore, letting people tell us that they own our genitals because they are famous. It’s about self-respect and agency¬†and love and acceptance, that’s what America is about. And humanity is about women and babies.