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A girl is a girl is a girl!

A “girl” is not defined by what is between her legs as this Girl Scout and her family believe.  Having someone so young spouting such bigotry and hatred breaks my heart.  I don’t blame her though, the fault lies with her family and community at large.  It is hard enough growing up confident and secure in oneself without the added problems faced by transgendered children.  To recommend that people boycott Girl Scout Cookies because Girl Scouts (as an organization) have chosen to accept transgirls as they are, as GIRLS, is abhorrent in every possible way.  This girl’s family should be ashamed for spreading such hate through their child.  Talk about pushing an adult agenda.  Hate is ALWAYS an adult agenda, it’s never the choice of a child.

So go!  Buy your cookies.  Heck!  I’m considering having some shipped up here to Canada just to say YES! We support our girls!  ALL of our girls.

Want to see what has me so upset?  Check out the hate below:

And some people wonder why my project “The Power of SHe” is so important, now more than ever.  For more information on The Power of SHe, and how you can get involved, head on over to:  https://td365.wordpress.com/2011/12/10/the-power-of-she-2/  I’m currently looking for women interested in being photographed…  I have some captures in mind, but some will be based on the stories of those who apply.  Let’s challenge the view of what defines Women.  We are mighty!  Diverse yet united!

Jack-o-lanterns, and racism, and chihuahuas… oh my!

So yesterday I didn’t post my photo.  Sorry everyone.  I wasn’t feeling great in the evening, and by the time we got home from doing a bit of grocery shopping (that we had to stop early because of how I felt) I just crashed right out.  I did take a picture though, so am posting it now.  🙂  Believe it or not our little pumpkin head is still in one piece on our front step.  LOL  I guess he doesn’t have to join his “friends” in the compost just yet.  😉

Jack-o-lantern in the snow

Jack froze his buns off (and everything else off for that matter).

 

Now onto something more serious…

I’m always surprised at the comments that people feel completely entitled to make as long as it’s prefaced with “I’m not racist, but…” or “I’m not homophobic, but…” or “I’m not _____, but…”.    To some  degree I’ve come to expect things like this from earlier generations, it still bothers me BUT I’ve come to accept it.  I don’t agree with it, but I realize there is likely little I will do to change their views.  However, to hear this from someone who is younger than I am just shocks me.  Perhaps it shouldn’t, but it does.

Why do I bring this up?  It’s been bugging me for a few days.  I was having a polite conversation with an acquaintance who prefaced a statement with one of the aforementioned qualifiers…  then proceeded to blurt out several racist stereotypes (which I won’t repeat).  I probably had a completely dumbfounded look on my face as I stood there in shock for what felt like an eternity, because he nudged me and asked “ya know?”

Well…  actually?  I don’t know.

I really thought this type of thing was something people my age (and especially those younger than me) had moved beyond.  The idea that someone who would have grown up in the same culture I had would still be holding onto ideas like this just totally threw me for a loop.  You can complain about a specific person, a specific incident, without complaining about an entire race of people who are as diverse and eclectic as night and day.

I actually debated about whether to blog this or not.  The fact that I’m still bothered by it a few days later is what decided it for me.  It really hurt my heart.  I hope these things aren’t something my daughter ever has to hear.  The only  “I’m not ____, but…”  she should ever be faced with is this:

I’m not vegan, but I can’t argue with vegan baked goods… DELISH!

 

My rant over, here’s a picture for today.  Marnie (the cream and white Chihuahua puppy) tattling that the other Chihuahuas (blue tri-colour Roo and black tri-colour Ned) won’t share the pillow.

The Chihuahua pack.

"I'm not a tri, but I deserve some pillow"

 

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