One more disdain filled
Sanctimonious poem
Or tirade of “apology”
And I will likely hurl
Dear women
I’m sorry I didn’t march
I understand the plight of women across the world better than you
I love America and you obviously don’t
Dear women
I’m sorry you didn’t march
You are obviously fools
Blissfully unaware of the extreme oppression you live under
Don’t worry driveling fool
I’ll march for you
I’ll take it from here
Sit at home in your bubble and rot
I’m not a master of apologies
But I know enough to know
They should probably be sincere
Not slung like a dirty t-shirt over a barb of condescension
Since when did we all need to apologize for what we believe anyways
I don’t believe what you believe
Great
Let’s have some coffee and talk about it
Tell me your “whys” and I’ll tell you mine
Get to know me or keep walking
On both sides
There seems to be little compromise or actual listening
All points boil very quickly down to
You are just too callous
Too radical or spoiled
Dumb
Inexperienced
Or privileged
To believe what I believe
I hate to break it to the world
But you can’t regulate or punish or look down on another
Simply because their life has been different than yours
I mean you can
But it makes you sort of an asshole
You can’t talk out both sides of your mouth
Say we are too divisive
That we must come together
While mocking your opponents heritage or background or how they decide to live
(Insert side eye to celebrity of choice)
For all the frothing mouthed unity we hear both sides preach
Very little is on ready display
One side basically claiming to be the home of all true womanly strength
The other straight legged and digging in to some phantom moral supremacy
Per usual
I can only surmise
The actual truth lay somewhere in the middle
Rent and breathless and probably annoyed
For my own part
I was so proud to see so many people
From so many different walks of life
Coming together for anything
They could have been marching about cookies
And I would have been proud and given them all the high fives
With so much horror going on in the world
Is it really so terrible that so many people felt so strongly about something that they came together and marched
Whether you agree with the platform
Whether or not you felt you were invited to the party
Who cares
Most of these people
I believe
Were marching to show they were proud to be women
Or be married to one
Or be raising one
On the other hand
Those of us who didn’t march
Me mostly because I’m waddle town pregnant and crowds give me anxiety
Those women who felt they couldn’t stand and be counted
Those women have just as much right to not endorse your platform
To interpret the global climate differently
To not pat you on the back and tell you how special you are
And still retain the right to be loving and wonderful Mothers
Daughters and sisters
Most of them are probably people of considerable grit
They just have the other end of the towel
While I make it a point to surround my daughter with strong women
I also don’t think a sign made to look like her lady parts
Alongside angry derogatory statements about men
Make up the best way to teach her to celebrate her strength
Considering her favorite person in life
Is her Father
Who happens to be a man
A show of strength
Doesn’t need to be insulting
I don’t condone the words of our new President in regards to women
I don’t condone the same useless irreverent language on a sign
Waving in the hands of someone claiming to be liberated and powerful
Maybe that puts me in the minority
I’m fine with that
I am not “Pro-choice”
I can’t say that I am entirely “Pro-Life”
I don’t care to wear either sticker
My reasons are varied and would probably make for an interesting read
Though not here
I don’t need a sign outside my club house
To give people a general idea of who I am
This is not me trying to be unattainable
This is me being fairly supremely convinced
That the government
Religious groups
And other entities of self-interest
Use these labels and the polarizing emotions they produce
To keep us pretty well divided and at each others throats
To keep us thinking the worst of each other
To keep us from communicating with any efficacy
To keep us
Ignoring all the insidious crap they want to pull while we aren’t looking
I believe
A surprising majority of Americans
Could come to some peaceable terms about a lot of serious issues
If it weren’t for our damned emotions
And our need to belong to a certain “side”
Whether you like vagina signs or not
There were SO many beautiful things to see at the marches
So many lovely illustrations of the human spirit
A personal favorite
Was a friend of mine
Marching while nursing her daughter
A little girl who’s mischievous smile
Reminds me so much of my own daughters toothy pirate grin
Her Mother and I bonded once over the sometimes embarrassing situation
Of having to pump while at work
And then carry said boob milk across set to the refrigerator
She and her little family
Mirror my own in so many ways
It would seem we must agree on everything
It’s probable that we don’t
But our daughters might
And who the hell even cares
If it came to my attention that she
Or her family were in need
My name would be first on the list
To bring whatever assistance my own little family could muster
We have hung out all of twice
Most of our interaction relegated to the internet
Even still
For my part
There is such a strong emotional connection
We both know what it’s like to have women to raise
We have the same idea about a lot of things
I bet we like the some of the same music
Enjoy just being with our families more than anything
These are the connections we need more of
It never occurs to me
That our bullet points might not line up perfectly
It occurs to me that she is rad
She is working hard to make the world better for her daughter
And for her daughters daughters
If we lived in the same state
There would be play dates
She marched
With her beautiful enigmatic little girl
And I support her
The bigger problem I think
Is that most of us have learned
To define our empathy by our feelings
This is hogwash
Empathy is about teaching yourself
To feel something outside your initial emotional response
Outside of what makes you comfortable
Or even what you can readily digest
This doesn’t mean I change you
Or you change me
It means I try to understand
Celebrate our common ground and worry less about our differences
My Mother
Grandmothers
Sister and Cousins
Taught me to take tough times on the chin
Before I complain
By the same token
They also taught me
That I was wonderful and valuable
No one’s doormat
To not be easily insulted or slighted
To go forward
When it was easier to fall back
My life
Much like yours
Is a tapestry
Woven of unique experiences
We can’t preach to our sisters of our rightness
If we are unwilling to try to identfy with the reality of their lives or the choices they’ve had to make
I believe true unity
Comes with lots of uncomfortable diversity
Opposing opinions and different ideas
Thus
Making it harder to quantify
Harder to control
Harder to encompass with a sign
Or a morally superior “everything is fine” sit at home attitude
Everything is obviously not fine
The first step to getting closer to fine
Is to love someone you don’t agree with
Find the bond
Before you look for the point of contention
Or better yet
Don’t look at all
Just love
Like a true woman of strength once said
“If you want to change the world, go home and love your family.”
I’m sorry
However inconvenient it may be
All the world
Is your family
And love
Dear women
Is nothing we have to apologize for