"…let it be that human rights are women’s rights and women’s rights are human rights once and for all. As long as discrimination and inequities remain so commonplace everywhere in the world, as long as girls and women are valued less, fed less, overworked, underpaid, not schooled, subjected to violence in and outside their homes - the potential of the human family to create a peaceful, prosperous world will not be realized."
Planned Parenthood is asking supporters to share our stories about how the organization has been there for us, our families, or our friends. Here is my story:
After college, I got a job serving while I looked for full-time work. I had no health care and barely enough money to pay my rent. I didn’t know where else to go so when I needed basic health care (ie: an annual exam) I looked up my local Planned Parenthood clinic and made and appointment.
Without Planned Parenthood, I wouldn’t have gotten basic PREVENTATIVE medical care. I didn’t go for an abortion; I went for early cancer screening. Planned Parenthood provides so much more than safe access to abortions, although they are a vital resource to so many women who need exactly that.
I stand with Planned Parenthood, their mission, and their dedication to providing affordable, unobtrusive, and supportive health care to women.
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"Our troops come from every corner of this country – they are black, white, Latino, Asian and Native American. They are Christian and Hindu, Jewish and Muslim. And, yes, we know that some of them are gay. Starting this year, no American will be forbidden from serving the country they love because of who they love."
Also, why did I just start watching Jon Stewart?
Beautiful story told by Senator Al Franken.
Ground Zero is, indeed, hallowed ground, but let me be clear: as a citizen, and as President, I believe that Muslims have the same right to practice their religion as anyone else in this country. That includes the right to build a place of worship and a community center on private property in lower Manhattan, in accordance with local laws and ordinances.
This is America, and our commitment to religious freedom must be unshakable. The principle that people of all faiths are welcome in this country, and will not be treated differently by their government, is essential to who we are. The writ of our Founders must endure."
So I was on my way home today because I’m still really run down and tired, and decided to work from home for a bit of the afternoon. But, before I got home I had to stop and fill up the car, since Lee forgot to on his way home from Yosemite (where he went and hiked Cloud’s Rest this weekend, while I slept 12 hours a night and also had to take a nap for 3 hours a day. Yes, I’m jealous). When I pulled up at the Shell station on 3rd and 25th, this homeless guy came up to me and started trying to sell me a Street Sheet. I said no a few times, and when he wouldn’t back off, I stopped what I was doing (because he was distracting me enough that I put the wrong PIN number in for my Shell card), looked him in the eyes, and said, calmly but firmly, “I said no, and no means no, and I need you to respect that and back off.” At which point, he said, “okay,” and started toward someone else.
This would have been the end of the story (and it would have been a boring story, in that case, and probably not worth blogging about); however, just then some big, burly painter dude comes over and shouts at the guy, “hey, guy - she said NO!” At that point I had to go inside to the clerk guy because the machine had rejected my card (since I had put in the wrong PIN number, oops), and by the time I got outside the homeless dude had thrown his hat in the parking lot and was shrieking loudly about God knows what, and like 17 guys bum rushed me and were all, “are you okay, ma’am? Is that guy bothering you?” Um, he was, a bit…but I took care of it…and now I’m completely freaked out because he’s going nutso in the parking lot and I still have to pump gas. So all these big dudes are now shouting at this homeless dude, who’s shouting at everyone, and my car is surrounded by shouting men.
I squeezed through the crowd to pump gas, got in my car, and locked my doors while it filled up. Eventually, the manager of the gas station came out and disbursed all the shouting men (and chased the homeless guy out of the station) so I was able to get out of my car and put the pump back and all that. There were still a bunch of guys milling around to check in and ask if I was okay (uh, still fine, thanks!), but the crowd had pretty much thinned by then.
On the one hand, it was nice of all those men to come to my “aid,” but on the other hand…they made a very small situation that I had already taken care of into, well, into an actual situation. Moral of the story? If a woman looks like she is seriously being threatened, men, by all means, please speak up. However, if a woman looks like she is handling a situation just fine, there’s no need to insert yourself into it, because you just may make it worse.