Blog Challenge, Day 19: Selective Outrage

To paraphrase and summarize some of the ‘news’ from this week…

‘Binders Full Of Women’ is “ZOMG SEXISSSST!” referring to binders full of women’s resumes, but ‘Not Optimal’ is “ZOMG Cut the dude some slack, he’s TRYINNNG!” when referring to the deaths of 4 Americans in a terrorist attack.

Yeah, that makes sense. No double standard there.

Of course it’s no surprise to conservatives that the media and the Obama campaign… but I repeat myself.. that they would practice selective outrage over verbal ‘gaffes’. I’m not convinced Romney’s statement is a gaffe, as it is in no way embarrassing that he noticed that women weren’t being represented and he actively worked to fill important cabinet positions with qualified women by asking for said resumes, but to imply that Romney cares about the plight of women or that women might care more about jobs than birth control destroys the carefully crafted ‘war on women’ narrative.

Of course, Obama and friends would much rather talk about binders, birth control, and Big Bird than Benghazi. Leaving our embassies unprotected on the anniversary of the 9/11 terror attacks, running off to Vegas for a celebrity fundraiser the day after the murder of Ambassador Stevens, referring to the deaths of 4 Americans as ‘bumps in the road’ and ‘not optimal’, and lying the whole time about the nature of the attacks and the administration’s handling of such weighty issues is, shall we say, Not Optimal. It’s no wonder the Obama campaign would like to divert our attention away from Benghazi, and when a debate moderator isn’t handy to hush up the issue we’re being inundated by faux war memes by the media at large.

The thing about wars, though, is that there is a body count. In the case of Benghazi, we know the body count and we know our enemy, yet nothing has been done. In the case of women, there is also a body count; women and their doctors have managed to kill 55 million unborn babies via abortion in the U.S. alone since Roe v. Wade. Obama’s solution to that? Leave the survivors to die.

All things considered, binders aren’t really on my list of important policy issues at the moment. Or, possibly, ever.


Beauty From Pain: a mom’s tale

We recently celebrated Mother’s Day. Flower sales were up, card sales were up, and restaurants did good business as children of all ages attempted to treat their moms to a special day. I won’t lie, moms deserve a day of recognition! Even if your mother wasn’t the most loving person, at least she gave birth to you. Be thankful you weren’t aborted!

Mothers do sacrifice for their children. We watch our bodies morph into an ungainly incubation chamber during pregnancy. We suffer the pain of having tiny feet kick our ribs and organs. We learn how to do the duck walk, use our stomachs as portable tables, and attempt to rise and sit with some measure of grace (which usually looks as graceful as a seal on dry land). I don’t have to wax poetic about the suffering of child-birth since most everyone has an inkling of what that entails thanks to t.v. and movies. Even after birth, we aren’t our own anymore. Our bodies are forever changed, and for most moms our hearts are, too. Whether you stay home with your children or not, they will make demands on your time, you’ll no longer be able to make plans without considering their care, and you’ll often have to sacrifice your plans for their benefit. Motherhood requires sacrifice.

But is it a punishment?

I’m very troubled by a sitting president calling an unplanned pregnancy a ‘punishment.’ Of course I am referring to Obama stating that he wouldn’t want his daughters to be “punished with a baby.”( ) This statement is almost ludicrous in light of the fact that most unplanned pregnancies and STD’s are not the result of some forceful action taken against a girl. Basically what he’s saying is “If my daughters exercise bad judgement, they shouldn’t have to live with the consequences of it, even if that means another human being dies.” Think about it! I readily admit that motherhood is a sacrifice and will change your life, but we all know the stork doesn’t bring babies, now don’t we? There’s this whole matter of sexual activity prior to the dreaded ‘punishment’ of pregnancy. Teenagers are notorious for making poor judgement calls, but I fail to see how treating human life like an object as disposable as a candy wrapper is going to EVER teach them wisdom!

Before you get on your high horse about the struggles of teen pregnancy, know this: I was a teen mom. I was one of the lucky ones with a supportive family, but I was a teen. I had to change all of my post-graduation plans. My friends didn’t know how to talk to me anymore. My boyfriend vacillated between “It’s not mine” and “Let’s get married.” I was terrified, but I was also intensely aware that I had a whole lot more responsibility now. There was never a question of whether or not I ‘wanted it.’ There was little question that I would ‘keep it.’ My parents gave me the option of staying home, going to community college, and having them help with my baby. I chose instead to marry the boy (who joined the Marines), move across the country, and give birth in a Naval hospital (where my new husband promptly left me alone so he could catch up on his online game play). I was in the hospital for 3 days. Alone. No, not alone; I had my baby. My precious little punishment.

My sweet little bundle of punishment taught me a lot about life, about what really matters. I saw the world with new eyes. I saw how simple things: a walk in the sunshine, the smell of a flower, a tiny snail; were beautiful. I saw how shallow and unimportant were the things I’d once thought so grand. I rediscovered the world by teaching my child about it. Suddenly, I knew my own importance wasn’t measured by the opinions of others. I was most valuable when I read a bedtime story to my child. I was most beautiful when I danced with her in my arms. And when I became pregnant again, and my then-husband threatened the life of that unborn baby with his fists, I left. I had learned to value and protect life.

And my ‘punishment’ became my salvation. 

So, yes, motherhood is hard. What you won’t learn from the president, though, is this: it’s always worth it. I may have sacrificed my youth at the altar of motherhood, but to know how greatly it has blessed me…. well, you’d have to experience it for yourself.