I'm not really, truly back to blogging. At least not on a daily basis. Well, I don't think I am. We'll see.
But I may have a name for the new PAC, and I wanted to run it by you.
The Uterine Defense League!
It makes me grin, although that may be me being about 12. The idea of a "league" makes me think of superheroes, although we wouldn't be wearing spandex.
Or maybe the Uterine Defense Coalition, which does sound more professional, doesn't it?
Still, I see us all gathered around Tea Party rallies, wearing t-shirts with bright pink uteri (I was told that's the plural -- thanks, Carl!) and the letters UDL (UDC?) and shouting, "Uterus! Uterus!" at them. Or outside any government gathering where they're voting on reproductive rights. Or women's rights, come to that.
And if we could have someone make big ol' pink foam uteri to wave in the air, that'd be spectacular!
I'm being a little flip, kind of glib and humorous here, but more and more I'm serious about the PAC and I'm definitely serious about women's rights. It still pisses the hell out of me that the Equal Rights Amendment never passed Congress. Women tell me that it's not necessary, that there are other legal protections for us out there, but the fact is, we're being systematically threatened.
Women still get paid less than men, are promoted less, and if you've followed the discrimination case brought against WalMart by women and about women, you'll see that how the Supreme Court votes on it will determine how powerful women are allowed to be. I am not hopeful.
There are changes in the air. We in the GLBT crowd are accumulating more rights and we're overturning entrenched oppression. And now all manner of legislation is coming down that wants to restrict women in one form or another. I see a pattern, but in my defense, I have been known to create patterns to soothe my sense of order.
Nonetheless, what I see as a unifying theme is a fading power group making one last stand at legislating their superiority. For a while I thought it was old white men, and to a certain extent it is, since repressive legislation is out there for people with somewhat more pigmentation in their skin as well, but that's not it entirely. I'm now seeing kind of a feudal mentality taking over, using repression and fear to control the masses, keeping a servant class to tend to the rich and powerful.
And who is, by restrictive religious dogma, supposed to serve the master? Women.
So they control our bodies because they can't control our minds. Not any more. Oh sure, they try, but there's too much access to information out there. Although, I've got to admit the trope about going back to the "good old days" is seductive, as long as you don't look too closely at what those alleged "good old days" were actually like.
But I addressed that already.
So my stand against the tide of regression and repression is a theoretical PAC, approached with humor -- for now -- but with an underlying purpose of standing up against those who would demean not just me but the lovely young ladies who are growing up now, like Raine and Lilah. It's my fight, yes, but it's not just for me.
Okay then, enough with the soap box, which you've probably skipped because you've either already come to the same conclusion and I'm preaching to the choir or you've dismissed me as a nutcase conspiracy theorist. I'm cool with both.
But the name of the PAC? That still needs some input. So which do YOU prefer: Uterine Defense League or Uterine Defense Coalition? Or is there another, catchier one out there?