Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts

Thursday, October 16, 2014

On Howard Dean, the European Paper Crisis, and how I came to care about politics

I still remember when I fell head over heels for politics. It was my senior year of high school, on the day after the 2004 Iowa Caucus. As the bell rang to start class, our Giddy Civics Teacher exclaimed something like, “Last night, a top candidate lost his bid for the presidency in just 10 seconds.”

Then, he played Howard Dean’s wack-a-doodle, screamy “We’re going to [all the states plus more states], WHOOOOO!” proclamation. The class was in an uproar.

“Yes!” said Giddy Civics Teacher. “Your reaction right now is exactly why this man will NEVER BE PRESIDENT. This soundbite has been played over and over, and it makes him look off-kilter. And he’ll never recover from this.”

We respectfully requested that he play the clip eight more times before discussing the implications.


Quick backstory: It was pretty clear that this man was a dyed-in-the-wool liberal. We knew this not because he’d told us, but because he was incredibly passionate about conserving paper in his classroom. Once, he’d teared up when two girls asked him if he'd heard about “The European Paper Crisis,” a fake paper shortage they’d created to stress him out.

“I can’t believe you haven’t heard that they bulldozed the entire Black Forest,” my classmate said sweetly. “It’s such a huge issue, I assumed you’d be really upset about it.”

GCT was in panic mode at this point, and it was hard to watch. I remember wondering how someone so smart could be hoodwinked by these two who — like most 17-year old girls — knew more about bronzer than they did about German forestry.

I digress.

GCT was explaining how Dean was previously considered to be the savviest Democratic candidate, and was by far the party’s best fundraiser. He related Dean’s squealing to the Kennedy-Nixon debate, where Kennedy wore makeup and looked flawless, while Nixon appeared to sweat through the screen.

We spent the rest of the period talking about perception, and how it can be even more critical to a candidate’s success than the candidate’s stance on the issues. And I was hooked — not only at the absurdity of it all, but also by the confidence of GCT to pronounce Howard Dean dead in the water.

I wondered, How do you know the difference between a gaffe and a career-ender? How do you know when something is just that day’s big story, and when it will become an in-joke used for decades?

For example, Todd Akin had said all kinds of terrible things about women over the years but it wasn’t until he talked about “legitimate rape” that people took notice and emptied their coffers to support his opponent.
In the 2012 debates, I remember being delighted as Mitt Romney uttered the words, “I love wind jobs” when discussing alternative energy. But only minutes later, he trumped it with “binders full of women” and the rest is history.*

All of this is to say, we have so many absurd stories to choose from these days. And so while I had blind faith in GCT’s assessment of Howard Dean’s collapse, I’m not sure these falls are as easy to predict as in 2004.

What is clear is that the gaffes just keep coming. This morning, for example, I watched two 60-year men — current and former governors, no less — throw a dual tantrum over the use of a fan during a debate:


I haven’t been able to get that clip out of my head all day, but it doesn't seem like this bizarre series of events is really going to affect either of these yahoo candidates. I'm still not sure how GCT knew so clearly that Dean's shrieking was going to stick.

What I do know is that ten years later, I’m still making connections from one lesson plan. And while things like #FanGate are fun to talk about and obsess over, I'm interested in the complex issues of policy, too.

That was the gift GCT gave us — he first showed us something that was easy to access and dissect, then moved to the more difficult stuff throughout the course.

GCT, I don’t know where you are today. But I hope you’re out there playing a clip about #FanGate to a group of high schoolers. And even if they look apathetic, and even if a few of them are telling you that every California redwood was torched last night to make way for Google’s new headquarters, just know that one future wonk is in the back, listening to every word.

And because of you, she’s going to grow up to pester roommates, cousins, boyfriends and her parents to care about candidates and the big issues. Because of you, she’s going to be the weirdo who cries on election day as she considers the importance of her vote.

Thanks, GCT, for teaching me to be giddy about civics, too.

*Big ups to Kelli S. for prompting this post by telling me today is the two year anniversary of Binders Full of Women.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Xenophobe

xen·o·phobe

[zen-uh-fohb]
noun
a person who fears or hates foreigners, strange customs, etc.

Can you please use it in a sentence? Surely!

In the past, America celebrated the melding of cultures and was even fondly known as the melting pot; as such, it would be shameful if our nation elected a xenophobe as president of the United States of America in 2012.


Tuesday, August 16, 2011

John Thune

Today, while discussing the Iowa straw polls with a co-worker, I mentioned how shocked I (still) am that John Thune is not running as a Republican candidate for president. For those of you who've never heard of him, Thune is a South Dakota Senator who beat out Tom Daschle for his seat in 2004. He's 50, a former college athlete, an evangelical, and he's authored some doozy gun rights bills. He's only been married once, and his name isn't associated with any sex acts. Also, he looks like this:


When he's trying out his sexy librarian look, he looks like this:


I truly don't understand how it's possible that this man isn't running. Has he really just been sitting in South Dakota, watching his neighbors Bachmann and Pawlenty dance the crazy tango?

I know next to nothing about the strategy of entering and exiting the presidential race. Perhaps it's too late for a guy who's more substance than flash to enter this cycle's ideologically driven Republican primary. However, I just have a feeling that Thune, or someone like him, is being prepped by the Republican establishment to come in and take the race over once the nutters exhaust themselves.

No, I didn't wake up a Republican this morning and no, I'd never vote for this guy. I just think it would be a victory for the whole country if we had two educated candidates bringing conscientious discourse back into presidential politics. Can you imagine if we had two policy wonks going at it in the debates, instead of incendiary, talking-point obsessed bobbleheads? The heads of the Fox News blondies, and Al Sharpton, would explode. Soundbites might have to be a whole 45-seconds due to the nuances being discussed. Perhaps most importantly, people would realize that politics is actually kind of a dry topic, after you take out gay marriage and abortion. The mainstream media would lose advertising dollars due to low interest and... as a result, election night could be free of Will.I.Am holograms.

On the other hand, my liberal-minded amigos remind me that the current field is good news for our bedraggled Obama. And there are few things I want more in life than to see what a lame duck Obama could accomplish. So perhaps I should count my blessings that Crazy Eyes is leading the pack right now. I just don't think it speaks very highly of our country.

Politicos with knowledge of campaign entry strategy - am I way off-base? Is it too late for someone with a lower profile to enter the race? If not, is there someone else you think is going to pop in? Most importantly, who's going to buy me a cookie if I somehow end up being right about this?

Friday, August 12, 2011

Ignorant tight-ass club

I didn't watch the Republican debate last night - partially because I don't have cable, and partially because I try to avoid activities which cause me to pull my hair out (I have so little to begin with).

I did catch some soundbites, which was a terrible idea. While I imagine much of the night was spent one-upping one another to determine the rightiest of the right, I also know that if a quote makes the 60-second clip wrap-up of a two-hour debate, it's probably pretty damn inflammatory.

So rather than spending my night wondering how my beloved Minnesota could produce two Republican presidential candidates who are equally incompetent in different ways, I watched my favorite clip from The West Wing.

(If I were on the communications team for the Obama reelection committee, I'd commit this clip to memory. You're going to need some serious vitriol to combat these fools.)

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

And we're back

Hey did you know Easter hasn't yet happened? My bad, Lent!Blog! participants and beloved readers.

I had a dream last night that I was on a blind date with a man who informed me that the Winkelvoss twins were the true inventors of Facebook. Indignantly, I said something along the lines of "I know Mark Zuckerberg, and the Winklevosses are NOT Mark Zuckerberg." Then I threw my napkin on the table and walked out. It was riveting stuff. I felt like the world's saddest person when I woke up. Is this really what occupies the deep recesses of my mind?

Anyway, it brought up an interesting point - in my dream, my dating litmus test was apparently the age-old totally ridiculous conflict between three rich kids from Harvard.

What is your dating litmus test? Explain. Have you ever broken it for *swoon* true love?

IRL, I have a thousand dating litmus tests, the majority of which were first decided my junior year of college during an epic conversation with my friend Emily. Some of them are silly - no puka shells, for god's sake! - and some of them were more serious - I remember wishing for someone who was neither godless nor born-again. Some were depressing to even have to write down (the carpenter jean is dead, fellas. Unless your job requires that you have a loop on your jeans, you need to retire them. Preferably this would be accomplished via a bonfire, and you should invite the ex-girlfriends who stood by you through thick and thin, light-wash utility denim to give the eulogy).

Now, at the ripe old age of 25, I know all the above doesn't mater. Emily is madly in love with someone who loves both puka shells AND carpenter jeans, for example. And I've had fascinating conversations with guys who sit on both sides of the religious spectrum. Some dealbreakers aren't as black and white once you're in the thick of a relationship, but there is one I cannot bend on.

My biggest litmus test is how guys talk about the LGBT community. I have no patience for anyone who uses derogatory slang, or who can't have an intelligent discussion on gay rights. The "you're so gay" slams, still a popular favorite among some guys stuck in high school ten years later, are an unbelievable turnoff. Alternately, those who can engage in thoughtful conversation about this topic are usually mature, intelligent, and confident in themselves. All of those are, naturally, turn-ons.

In the end, it comes down to this - I've got this guy on a pedestal:


And anyone who doesn't believe that he deserves every happiness under the law, doesn't deserve to date me.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Day 28: Air a grievance

Perhaps you're alarmed about the state of our nation, the lack of educated and intelligent media coverage, or maybe you can't find a grocery store with ripe avocados. Air a grievance, any grievance.

I've been discouraged all day - if it were true that your face freezes when you keep the same unnatural expression for too long, my brows would be forever furrowed into a look of abject despair and exhaustion.

This excellent NYT editorial details what the budget impasse is really about - abortion, healthcare and environmental protection. I think that's pretty true, but it's also about children who never learned to share their sandbox toys, who were inexplicably selected to run our country. It's about a broken two-party system that has removed all sense of logic from politics. It's about a media system so focused on incendiary rhetoric that it has personally elevated a man previously known for his combover to presidential candidate status... while simultaneously turning us into creatures who feel we can understand complex political and sociological issues via 30-second soundbites.

Meanwhile, most of us are truly on the same side here, right? Before you hit comment and say NO, stop and think a minute. Have you ever used birth control? Have you ever seen smog and worried that the planet you're leaving your children is not the same one into which you were born? Have you looked at Trump and thought, "Whack job"?

We're on the same team, people. It's just better for business to convince us that the issues are black and white, that being Christian and socially liberal are mutually exclusive, that you can't support global warming and wish for lower taxes. Rational thinking is no longer rewarded, and so the small differences we have, philosophically, with one another, are positioned as impassable schisms that will forever divide us.

It doesn't have to be like this. I can't believe that a country built on the intelligence and innovation of a group of rational thinkers in an irrational time can't now find a way to put a swift end to the outrageous smoke and mirrors show that our governmental system has become.

How do we fix it? I think it starts with intelligent discourse - find someone you disagree with, and don't leave until you've found some kind of common ground. Don't rely on the talking points you're hearing, but rather rethink what you know and why it is important to you. Try to leave with a better understanding of where they come from, what has affected their opinions and why that is important.

How we fix it, I think, is to treat one other like human beings instead of enemies. And then, to demand that our elected officials do the same.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Still fired up, ready to go

“Well. That’s the game.” This was at least the fourth time the man behind us at yesterday’s Vikings game had stated this particular lament. It now seemed like he had a point – we’d just failed to score on 4th down, one yd. from the endzone. It looked like our team was on its way to yet another loss to a mediocre team. A small exodus was happening on the stairs to our left.

I was busy asking BF why people were still holding up “Fire Chilly” signs. From my vantage point, it was our inability to score that was the real issue here – first Favre threw an interception when were in range, then the most recent Cardinals defensive hold when we were on the 1 had us losing 21-10. As is standard for all half-assed football fans, I told BF that it was Favre’s fault. He made rash decisions at the end of long drives, and was too scared of a sack to run the ball even when he seemingly had no one in front of him.

Of course we went on to win in overtime, with Favre throwing an outrageous personal record of 446 yards. By the time Longwell lined up for the game-winning field goal, I was eating my words. Yet in the heat of the moment, with the dude behind me calling the game off, it had seemed pretty hopeless.

Last week I watched as respected progressives were voted out due to the ‘anti-incumbent, anti-Democratic’ tidal wave we’d all been warned of. And as I saw people like Russ Feingold and Jim Oberstar give some of the finest and classiest step-down speeches in recent memory, I felt pretty damn deflated. If you watched any post-election coverage, you’ll probably agree that the general consensus for the Democrats and the Obama administration was “Well, that’s the game.”

It's true, we have a weakened offense now. But it seems to me that we’re only about to start the second half of Obama’s term. Like the idiot in the stands behind me, the talking heads can yell until they’re hoarse but they can’t predict what’s coming next. They also can’t take away the points this administration has already scored.

As Dan mentioned last week in a brilliant post-election entry, it’s time for our elected officials to stand down and continue to enact their campaign promises without apology. Similarly, we have to as constituents promise not to leave the stadium prematurely.

2012 is going to be a tough fight, and it may come down to the wire. The good news is that our president is even better off than my victorious, yet ailing quarterback. He’s young for his profession and his joints are all in working order. He’s never threatened to quit to garner additional publicity. And when he’s interviewed by sideline reporters, he refrains from texting them the next day.

Let's do this, Democrats. Ready? Break.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

You can't blame this one on a hanging chad

I wrote a really long, grand post on voting last night. I stressed the importance of finding a candidate you most identify with, even if you have to make some concessions*.

At one point, I wrote that I understood people who become so disillusioned by the process that they end up not voting. That’s when I deleted the whole post and started this one.

Because I don’t understand that. The disillusionment, I get. Excusing yourself from your most basic civic duty? I don’t get that. I don’t understand that kind of apathy.

I remember hearing people during the 2004 elections say, “If you don’t vote, you can’t complain”. I was legal to vote by exactly 9 weeks and I already felt the telling cynicism of this statement. I wondered, Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my voting life?

But over the years, I’ve been able to realize that the alternative of this sentiment is even more powerful.

If you don’t vote, you miss out on the ability to feel proud when your elected official does something worthwhile. The ability to fist pump when a good bill is passed, or when a bad bill is voted out in committee.

Sure, missing out on complaining isn’t all that motivating. But missing out on the ability to fist pump when they get it right? I can’t imagine we all aren't in favor of a fist pump. So go vote. Please. Even if you're voting in opposition to everything I am voting in favor of.

If that doesn't motivate you, you should know you get a FREE sticker! See:


*Cough, MN gubernatorial election, cough.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Between a rerun and another war

I attended a DFL rally this weekend with my mom and youngest brother. In addition to hearing from MN Senators Amy Klobuchar and Al Franken and Democratic candidate for governor Mark Dayton, we saw President Obama speak.

The speeches were all eloquent and the tone was highly charged – though it switched from offense to defense more than I’d like. In all, though, what affected me the most didn’t happen when I was listening to the politicians I voted for two or four years ago. It was in the five hour line that preceded the rally itself that I saw both the best and worst of politics taking place.

The worst
Early on, we ran into a woman handing out antagonistic flyers. My mom, annoyed by this first woman, refused another further down the way. She assumed this lady was also a Tea Party-esque protester when in fact, she was passing out flyers regarding peace policies and shutting down Guantanamo Bay. She nearly sneered at my mom and began lecturing her until we were able to move past. My mom, slightly bewildered, said to me, “It’s just so hard to know what they stand for, and if you’re really on their side or not, when they’re so angry.” She was right. Politicos often become so enveloped by their cause that they are embittered; anyone who isn’t standing on the front lines is an enemy instead of a potential supporter. From the outside, it’s easy to diagnose their policies’ inevitable failures as self-fulfilling prophecies- their bubbling rage the nail in the coffin. It was so frustrating to see my mom’s confusion. Why is this woman, who I ultimately agree with, yelling at me?

The best
A group of women dressed like psychotic roosters (The Radical Roosters, their jackets said) paraded down the line squawking and holding up signs that said ‘No More Wars!’. A 10-year-old boy standing in front of us pointed them out to his dad, who was wearing a US Armed Forces jacket. His dad agreed that they were funny, then gave a short age-appropriate lesson on the importance of looking at all sides of an issue. I texted myself some of the better parts of his mini-speech and it went something like this:

“You’re right, they do look pretty funny huh? I don’t agree with what they’re doing though. They are saying that we should stop all wars but it’s not so easy as that. You can’t just dress up in a funny costume and make demands. I was over in Iraq and Afghanistan, remember? And I know that those countries needed us, they needed my unit to help them at least for awhile. War isn’t something that you can just say, let’s never do that again. You have to think about what’s at risk if you do go to war or if you don’t. For every big decision that politicians or militaries have to make, you can’t just rely on a cool sign and a costume. You have to really think about everyone who will be affected. Do you understand?”

The dad and son continued to talk, as I continued to creep on them and listen to the best parenting lesson I’ve ever witnessed firsthand. I reminded myself that my interest in politics shouldn’t be rooted in anger towards people like Michele Bachmann, or in loving support of every syllable that comes out of Al Franken’s mouth. It should be in the policies and the consequences of the policies that these elected officials enact. Not exactly a new thought, I know- but it’s hard to keep this in perspective between the mud-slinging and theatrics of election season.

In fact, only 24 hours after I made my ‘look at the gray area’ vow, I made a really snotty remark about the Republican candidate for Governor. Tom Emmer has a history of drinking and driving, as do several people who have worked on his campaign. When I casually referenced this as a reason not to vote for him, my friend called me on it. He asked me what that had to do with his candidacy or ability to run a state. He was right. (Sort of.) I had pulled a “Radical Rooster” without meaning to, and I apologized before stating my real opinion. I think Tom Emmer would make a terrible governor for a thousand reasons that have nothing to do with his inability to call a taxi after hitting the bar.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Bucket List to 30

After being less than jazzed about 23 and 24, I've been surprising myself with my enthusiasm for the big 2-5. (Which happens this Sunday, so be sure to send all gifts immediately.)


BF and I are off to Milwaukee for a wedding, and are planning to make a quick stop in Madison on our way home so that my birthday isn't just a greasy diner breakfast followed by 7 hours of 94W. I predict that being in Madison 3 years after I last experienced fall there will send me into the usual birthday tailspin to which I am accustomed. Until then, my bucket list to 30. Yes, I included easy ones to make sure I don't get overwhelmed.

Bucket List to 30:
  • Travel to: Greece, Italy, Prague, Austin TX, Washington D.C., New York City
  • Develop self-esteem program for female high school athletes- my dance team to be the guinea pigs, expand out once I work out the kinks
  • Work/volunteer on a political campaign

  • Start up freelance company for writing side projects

  • Buy Macbook Pro for said freelance writing projects (Yay!)

  • Take on yoga, unless I can afford pilates... in which case, pilates

  • Pay off my car and student loans? Or maybe 75% of my student loans is more realistic? I don't know, just take a big crack at debt I guess

  • Take conversational Spanish classes
  • Take a real stab at blogging instead of just ramble-ranting. This includes a full redesign.
  • Run a 1/2 marathon (TMB, how in shape are you? Could we do this together?)

  • Host a legit dinner party

  • Unearth the stomach I brought with me to college
  • See a concert in the Cumberland Caverns in Tennessee
  • Take an Excel class so my work life is no longer a living hell

  • Allow Jenna to bring me to something outdoorsy, like hiking or camping

  • Establish a memorial for Dan

  • Attend a taping of The Daily Show

  • Buy a house, paint front door red
  • Continue to fend off marriage and children

  • Grow a vegetable garden with veggies that are both edible and alive

  • Create a book club that doesn't suck

  • Read Jonathan Franzen's "Freedom" and find out what all the fuss is about

  • Organize Survivor Bar Crawl for Mpls friends

  • Win the State Dance Team championship

  • Go to a Twins post-season game (in 2010?!)

  • Have a political convo with BF wherein he admits that he's a raging liberal at heart who'd like nothing more than to discuss Paul Wellstone's legacy with me over a glass bottle of Spanish Red
  • Learn more about wine so I can say I like things other than Spanish Red

  • Go on a trip w/ my mom

  • Read Kristof's "Half the Sky", change the world after coming to an epiphany half way through (or something like that)

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

X Marks the Spot

The most important questionnaire of all time:

[X] It's possible to be a realist and a romantic

[ ] As a child I liked to get dirty

[X] It's okay that Jimmy Fallon laughed in every SNL skit in which he appeared

[X] Speaking of Jimbo, Fever Pitch is an excellent movie

[X] His late night show really sucks, though

[ ] I'm super stoked that Bristol Palin is telling teenage girls to be abstinent instead of telling them how to avoid unwanted pregnancy

[ ] Salty snacks are overrated

[ ] Fresh flowers are a waste of money

[X] I think girls who "just get along better with guys" are usually lying, and secretly wish they had girlfriends

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Equality

E is for equality. I have one of these on my back bumper:


At my brother's grad party, a relative asked what I was driving and when I pointed to my car, she responded:

"No, not that one there. Not the one with the GAY sticker?"

"Yes, with the gay sticker." - me

"Oh dear!" - relative

"Wait, wait you have a rainbow sticker on your car?"- another relative

"No. It's an equal sign sticker. It's for equality." - me

"It may as well be a rainbow sticker. But I guess this just looks cooler, huh?" - relative

Sweet mother was it hard to hold my tongue. Yes, the equal sign appeals to me because it's subtle and aesthetically pleasing. I would probably not put this bumper sticker on my car:


Sadly, not a real bumper sticker


But I believe everything that it says is true, and that there are a lot of other laws and ordinances still standing that should be overturned simply because they go against the assertion that all men are created equal, and thereby deserve equal rights under the law.

Moreover, I sport that bumper sticker in the hopes that people who oppose homosexuality will begin to realize that their neighbors and beloved relatives are members of the LGBT community not by choice but by birth.

Harvey Milk said of coming out, "The first step is always hostility, and after that you can sit down and talk about it." I hope that can translate to simple discussions surrounding the issue- and I think it can.

Here's hoping that at our next family gathering, I can muster up the strength to continue the dialogue I started. I might need a glass of wine for courage.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Seeds of dissent

Overheard in suburban Minneapolis coffeeshop:

"That way, we'll GET the Republicans. We'll GET the Democrats. Independents are in the bag once they realize we're not tied to a party. Stay on message, and you'll be fine." - overzealous campaign manager training some door-to-door workers

"Right but I haven't been able to stay on message because they always ask questions that make me get off of it?" - confused woman in Old Navy '03 flag tee and a spangled flag belt

"Anything they ask about, bring it back to patriotism and protection of country." - campaign manager. I can't tell if he's of the Sarah Palin (simply doesn't know the issues and how to discuss them) or Dick Cheney (let's instill the fear of God in all constituents) school of political douchery.

"PEOPLE AREN'T THAT STUPID! They want answers to their questions, not the sidestepping bullshit they're used to! That's why you said he was running!" - another woman, perhaps the only voice of reason in this ragtag group.

"Okay, okay. Let's take 5. And let's meet outside instead..." - manager, perhaps suddenly realizing that all the workers are wearing campaign tees and giving off a sense of complete idiocy and disorganization.

That's why you don't make a Caribou your campaign headquarters, friends.

Relatedly, my eavesdropping is getting out of control, and also taking a serious toll on my productivity.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Ain't nobody gonna break my stride

Today was the second to last day of the literacy blogging challenge! It was also Poem in Your Pocket Day! I should be writing something inspired, exciting, and lengthy, but instead I spent the night watching my brother's baseball game so I'm here, at 10 PM, trying to remember what I could have read today that I can write about now.

I read a bumper sticker today that stated "I Love My Wife". Right underneath it was one that said, "Have You Prayed for a Liberal Today?" I tried my best to shake the feeling that the driver was an asshole, but I couldn't. That's okay, I bet his wife thinks he's stellar. Her opinion is more important than mine, and hopefully developed over many years instead of in the moment when her husband's minivan cut off my welfare-loving Subaru hatchback.

I love bumper stickers. I especially the ones that cause me to roll my eyes and sigh loudly at 7 AM while saying things like, "Oh is this the Moral Majority lane? MY BAD" aloud to myself and my coffee.

Off I go in search of the liberal man who will someday declare his true feelings for me on his back bumper:

Yeah, My Wife's Okay.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

More on 'The Last Campaign'

Today I continued reading The Last Campaign: Robert F. Kennedy and 82 Days that Inspired America. I really like it so far, even though I'm only to the point where he officially announced his campaign at Kansas State University.

In the follow-up speech at KU, he stated:

"Too much and for too long, we seemed to have surrendered personal excellence and community values in the mere accumulation of material things. Our Gross National Product, now, is over $800 billion dollars a year, but that Gross National Product - if we judge the United States of America by that - that Gross National Product counts air pollution and cigarette advertising, and ambulances to clear our highways of carnage. It counts special locks for our doors and the jails for the people who break them. It counts the destruction of the redwood and the loss of our natural wonder in chaotic sprawl. It counts napalm and counts nuclear warheads and armored cars for the police to fight the riots in our cities. It counts Whitman's rifle and Speck's knife, and the television programs which glorify violence in order to sell toys to our children.

Yet the gross national product does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education or the joy of their play. It does not include the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriages, the intelligence of our public debate or the integrity of our public officials. It measures neither our wit nor our courage, neither our wisdom nor our learning, neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country, it measures everything in short, except that which makes life worthwhile. And it can tell us everything about America except why we are proud that we are Americans."

With an easy substitution of some of the dated references, I really like that this quote can still easily translate to today.

I'm excited to get further into the campaign, especially the parts where he reached out into urban areas. The book notes that RFK is the only candidate in history other than John Edwards to run on an anti-poverty platform.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Fun Fun Fun (Til her daddy took the T-Bird away)

Today I read the 3-step instructions for jumper cables. I did this because after parallel parking my car last night, I left my flashers on and then didn't come back to my car for about 6 hours. It was dead. It was also making some pretty spectacular buzzing noises as my interior lights flickered ominously at me.

Handyman from yesterday, which I think is a better nickname than New-ish Guy, drove me to Home Depot to buy said jumper cables because we couldn't locate any at his house (Side note: he lives with four guys and none of them had any. I think this actually proves my point from yesterday).

At first I protested buying them, but Handyman said "I really don't think this is the last time we're going to run into this situation, Gina."

I thought this was kind of him, seeing as this is, by my count, the 4th time this year I've left my lights on and drained my battery. (I would argue that it takes a special kind of obliviousness and a superhuman subconscious refusal to learn from your mistakes to pull this off with such frequency.)

In the end it was kind of a fun adventure to be included in the car-jumping. I oversaw the red-to-red and black-to-black hitching, and then watched my engine as Handyman revved it back to life. It was much better than my dad and I knowingly looking at each other as I sit in the car and he bites his tongue so that he doesn't ask something like, "WOULD IT KILL YOU TO PAY JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE ATTENTION?"

Now I'm taking off my fix-it pants to watch Milk, which I finally Netflixed. I'm really excited. If I know anything, it's that my obsession with ballsy politicians from the past is almost as strong as my innate desire to kill my car battery every chance I get.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

To tame the savageness of man

I went on a used-book binge last week on Amazon. Now I’m elbow-deep in good reading material, and I’m starting with:

The Last Campaign: Robert Kennedy and 82 Days That Inspired America

I first fell in love with Robert Kennedy in a course called Great Speakers and Speeches at UW-Madison. We dissected the
speech he gave in Indianapolis only a few hours after Martin Luther King, Jr. passed away.

Among the many things that are heralded about this speech, a few of my favorite anecdotes (and honestly, the ones I remember):
  • He wrote it himself because he felt he could connect with the audience best by speaking to his own personal experience with inexplicable loss and violence
  • The quote from Greek philosopher Aeschylus is considered improper by some rhetorical scholars because it was obscure and the audience would not have been familiar with it. However, Kennedy was known to carry around ancient Greek books on tragedy after his brother’s assassination, so I think it’s fascinating and inspiring that he pulled from something so deeply personal. My professor remarked that this is one of the very things that is wrong with many of today’s politicians and speakers- in an attempt to resonate with everyone, they end up losing themselves.
  • As he was speaking on the fly and from the heart, he actually butchered the Aeschylus quote. Today, that’s called a gaffe and it would take the MSM less than a minute of googling to tear him to shreds for it.
I am so nerdily excited to read this book, and to (a year and a half late, and a dollar short) more fully understand the parallels between the 1968 and 2008 elections that were oft discussed in Obama’s historic run.

Oh, and the Aeschylus quote was:

My favorite poem, my -- my favorite poet was Aeschylus. And he once wrote:

Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget
falls drop by drop upon the heart,
until, in our own despair,
against our will,
comes wisdom
through the awful grace of God
.

Monday, April 5, 2010

I also didn't know it was pronounced "Shuh-SHEF-Skee"

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think I’m relatively knowledgeable about sports. That is to say I have about 10 nuggets of knowledge that I can rattle off to lure in dudes at bars. Three of them involve the 1991 “Cinderella Series” starring the MN Twins, and two involve the Mighty Ducks trilogy. The rest is through sheer osmosis of the ESPN blaring constantly at my house. For the most part, other than diligently following Bill Simmons on Twitter, I don’t pay attention. So, like a small child brought to anti-abortion rallies at age 6, I’m in the dark about a lot of things and am only hearing one side of the story.

Leading me to my point- according to this article I just read, people don’t like Duke basketball?! Until five minutes ago, I thought they were America’s team, that everyone hated UNC with a burning passion, and that Coach K was a universally beloved figure. It turns out the opposite is true, but my family’s unwavering (and now, seemingly random) obsession with the Blue Devils had me confused.

It’s easiest just to support Duke at my house, just like it is easiest for snot-nosed kids to sneer at the opposition outside a family planning clinic. The difference is that I won my bracket due to my indoctrination, whereas the uninformed kids might grow up to believe that Michelle Bachmann is a courageous and intelligent leader. "Ignorance is bliss" is only a good plan when no one grows up to watch Fox News.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Blog For Choice 2010

In college, I worked for 9 months at NARAL Pro-Choice Wisconsin, where I learned more about the reproductive rights movement and myself than I ever imagined possible. Today is the 37th anniversary of the landmark Supreme Court case Roe V. Wade, which arguably remains the most divisive and famous (or infamous, depending on perspective) decision in our nation's history.

Today is also Blog for Choice Day. NARAL Pro-Choice America's blogging prompt this year is: What Does Trust Women Mean to You?

Trusting women means giving access.

Schools should teach a comprehensive sex education curriculum where children learn age-appropriate lessons about their bodies, reproductive organs, the risks associated with all sexual behavior, and the wide-range of preventative contraceptive methods. Last, they should be taught about all the legal choices that are available if you encounter an unplanned pregnancy. Responsible choices begin with access to information.

Next, we must trust women by giving access to preventative reproductive options. Free condoms, Plan B over the counter, affordable birth control methods for women with and without insurance, and the end of pharmacists who exercise their "conscience" only when it comes to women's health. Trust women to make good choices about their sexual activity by widening access to pregnancy tests, STD screenings, pre-natal care, and general gynecological check-ups. Prevention of unplanned pregnancies and STDs begins with access to healthcare.

Unplanned pregnancies are not 100% preventable. Women may have a predisposition to getting pregnant (read: Fertile Myrtle) and even after taking precautions, they may find themselves unexpectedly pregnant. In these situations, there needs to be access to both information and healthcare again. Unbiased medical research should be available to women who ask for it. Women should be able to discuss their options frankly with a counselor, but should not be required to do so. This is the most important time to trust women. If they decide that they do not want to continue with the pregnancy, they should be given an option to terminate within a reasonable time frame and reasonable distance from their homes. If they decide to continue with the pregnancy, they should also be given resources on the upcoming 9 months and beyond. Our current laws, which allow organizations to coax women into keeping a baby only to ignore their plights when the child is born, are as devastating as any other crack in our broken health system.

At this point, abstinence-only education and the decrease of access to reproductive healthcare has only led to sky-rocketing rates of STDs and teen pregnancy. Ignoring sex and the inherent dangers that come along with it isn't working. Trust women with access to information and healthcare, and then trust them to make the right decisions for themselves when they are granted this access.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

If Barbie were real, she'd have to carry her ribs in her handbag

A state rep from West Virginia is proposing a statewide ban on Barbie dolls, I have learned from the Today Show. His reasoning? "I just hate the image that we give to our kids that if you're beautiful, you're beautiful and you don't have to be smart."

Ugh, god. He's a Democrat? I thought sexual repression and censorship were on the other guys' list of priorities. 

For everyone who was expecting a feminist high-five via the blogosphere, sack UP already. It's a doll. I owned a dozen of them as a child. I spent hours dressing them up in ridiculous clothes, planning elaborate weddings to that stud Ken (who was actually the "Eric" doll from The Little Mermaid as blondes didn't do much for me even as a five year old) and of course, consummating said marriage in the master suite of the Barbie DreamHouse. Once, Barbie beat the hell out of (and ended up decapitating) Skipper because Skipper kidnapped little Kelly. 

My point? Barbie was the source of countless hours of entertainment for my friends and me, and we are not worse off for it. Yes, I wanted to look like her when I was younger. Junior year of high school hit and I grew hips but not DD's and I got over it

I'm not saying the state rep has no point. He does. All children should be raised in a culture where health is the goal rather than beauty. Yet I remember many instances when my body image was tarnished, and they don't involve Barbie. They involve open weigh-ins in grade school gym class.  Ballet teachers pinching my inner thighs and clucking their tongues in disapproval. A mean boy at the public pool laughing at my un-filled bikini top.  More recently, my self-esteem took a hit when I went shopping for work clothes after four years of binge drinking and consuming more than my fair share of cheese curds.

I can't speak for everyone, but real life affected my self-image more than playing with disproportionate dolls ever could have. 

More importantly, we are in the middle of an economic meltdown, jackass. Maybe no one co-sponsored your bill because they are busy saving the country from implosion.