I don’t understand how the House could let the Violence Against Women Act Expire. The change from the prior years was to extend protection to more women living in the United States. This is appalling and unforgivable.
I’m very happy to say that Vermont’s own Patrick Leahy is leading the way to reintroduce the bill in the 113th Congress. They need 4 more co-sponsors to bring it to the Senate floor. Please, please call your Senator. Phone number and script can be found here: http://4vawa.org/
Once it passes the Senate, you can believe I’ll add additional posts to get it through the House and let you know what you can do.
Domestic violence impacts everyone – if you don’t think you know someone who’s been affected, you’re wrong. You’re reading my post and in college I was raped by a male acquaintance. Please ACT NOW!
Thank you again Abigail Collazo for bring to my attention such an important issue.
My sister has encouraged me to continue the cup of tea blogs. You know, the ones I write randomly first thing in the morning as I enjoy my caffeine fix. I hesitated and told her that not all my just-waking-up thoughts are about women’s rights and right now I feel it’s important to continue spreading that particular message. I am easily distracted and do not want to deviate onto other topics on my activist radar just yet. Unfortunately what happens is I’ll start a new project and then my original one does not receive my full attention and it takes longer to accomplish the end-goal. I don’t want that to happen with my fight for women’s rights.
With the cons well in mind, I thought about the pros to writing no matter what my thoughts. First, it would keep me in the writing spirit. Second, it would give the readers a chance to know I have other interests and feel passionately about many social and economic issues. Third, maybe I’ll think of something funny to say and get a laugh out of you 🙂
Lucky for me (and our fight for women’s rights), this morning’s coffee has found me posting comments on a Huffington Post’s Crime page article about Todd Akin’s remarks. Since I’ve already written my thoughts for the day in various posts, I’ll copy and paste them for you to enjoy in one place. This keeps me discussing women’s rights (my current project) and keeps me blogging, so you all have a chance to get to know me better.
I usually have my most aspiring thoughts first thing in the morning as I sip my coffee or tea. I wish I had a tape recorder in my mind that would automatically write the words into the computer. I have often thought I would like to share my words, but have never tried to write them after that morning’s cup is gone. This morning, however, I feel compelled to put down in words every thought and share it with whoever will listen.
I usually check FaceBook posts in the morning to see what my friends are up to and have noticed recently the posts about the “legitimate rape” comments. I find myself upset enough to have an entire discussion with myself about the subject. I try not to get involved in political discussions – mainly because they bore me and I feel in the end common sense will prevail. There’s also the part of me that feels like once I put something on the internet, it’s out there. Others will read and judge me by it. Employers may not want to set up an interview with me. I may embarrass myself or my husband or my friends and family. Yet, this time, I remind myself that free speech is for all Americans, not just Politicians. If women 200 years ago were not afraid to demand their rights, why would I, in the 21st century be afraid to speak my own mind? Surely Abigail Adams had fears and yet today her actions and writings are revered. I even have a cousin who’s named after her.
I’m not sure if my rape would be considered legitimate or not. I don’t remember it, so I can’t describe what happened. All I know is I woke up the next morning and was only half dressed with a male acquaintance lying next to me in my bed. You see, I was 21 years old and had been drinking with friends the night before. The last thing I remember was playing cards and having a jolly good time. Then it’s morning and before my body registers anything, I say to the man to my left, “you guys are still here”? That’s when I look down at my naked bottom half and panic engulfs me. I was in shock and don’t remember him leaving the room or my roommates coming in, but I do remember the conversation that followed.