Two women with the same first name,
who also shared a last initial,
phoned me up on the very same day.
Both left a message, and to both I replied,
again on the same, very same, day.
Sharing a name and an initial is nice,
sharing a time and a location? Think twice.
One booked a Monday, the other Today.
Same time, same place,
same name, same initial.
Both with families,
I never claimed to be a poet, but every so often life demands more than prose. 😉
And seriously, everything, all along the board… just kept seeming more and more odd. It was funny enough to receive two phone messages one after another from women with the same first name and last initial. And they both sounded quite similar on the phone – so much so that I actually made sure to clarify that the second woman really was a different woman. LOL But then, for them to pick sessions one day after the other (booked way in advance), and for the same times? It couldn’t end there though, in the end they both ended up choosing the exact same meet-up spot, and we shot in almost the exact same spots… and it’s not like this is a usual spot for me – these were the first two sessions I’ve shot in this particular location since last year. LMAO And this was not of my doing, both families requested this spot without first asking me for suggestions. I just thought it was WAY too funny.
Today is the first time I’ve actually been embarrassed to wear the feminist label. For the first time. And it royally sucks.
There seems to be this tribe of feminists floating around out there that is spouting all sorts of nasty, hate-filled drivel. The kind of crap that second-wave man-hating feminists became known for. But this time? This time it’s aimed at our sisters.
I’m sorry, but the day that third-wave feminism (which is all about supporting women in all their choices, believing in freedom, and the right to independence and freedom from persecution) turns into some crazy-assed fourth-wave anti-trans movement is the day I’m out.
No, I won’t link to the article that brought this whole movement to my attention… but after finding it (through a link someone shared on facebook, a link someone actually recommended) I just kept finding more of it. And it brought so much pain to my heart. Seriously. How can these women be so completely off the mark and not see it?
Feminism is about loving your fellow womyn. Supporting them. Caring for them. Encouraging them. Empowering them. Knowing that together we can (and have) changed the world. And regardless of what sex organs a person was born with, a woman is a woman is a woman. It’s not about what parts you have or don’t have. It’s about WHO YOU ARE. My Trans-Sisters are my sisters, they are not brothers in drag, and they deserve every bit of respect, support, love, care, encouragement, and empowerment that every other woman does.
A few weeks ago I gave a talk at one of our local high schools. I asked the students what the word gender actually meant. Most didn’t have a clue, but one young person said “It’s about how you see the world”. And that makes a whole lot of sense to me. Gender really is about your point of view. How you see yourself, and how you fit into society. That is what makes a person a woman. It’s not her breasts, her vulva or vagina, it’s not whether she has a womb or not, and it’s not her chromosomes either. It’s about how she fits in her own skin. How she sees herself. How she views herself. How she fits into her world. And that, my friends, is why I see no reason to include the prefix “trans”. It’s not that it’s a dirty word, it’s just that it’s unnecessary.
Women deserve your respect. ALL women. And if there are some who, behind the guise of a new feminist movement, don’t get that? Well, they can go… Okay, editing myself here… They can just take a freakin’ jump off one of the many bridges here in Saskatoon.
Every year, throughout May, I celebrate an amazing group of Women writers. They are strong, creative, talented, giving, hard working, incredible people – and I am proud to call them my friends. They are the MomWriters.
I can’t recall how long I’ve been one of them, but it’s as long as I can remember… before I was mature enough to really be considered an adult, before I really knew who I even was. They’ve seen me through many, many trials, and they’ve celebrated with me through many triumphs too. The MomWriters are an incredibly important part of my life.
I started writing out names here – but got to 30 and had to stop… there were still so many to go, and well… I’d feel awful if I forgot someone. LOL So better to just say “YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!”
Today marks the MomWriters Anniversary. The culmination of a month full of celebration, and remembrances. We have a virtual ball. We all choose our dresses (and yes, we call all fit into whatever size we wish, and take whatever dates we like – it is virtual after all). So here is my dress: http://www.simplydresses.com/shop/viewitem-PD675659 And I’ll wear it in MY size. I’m a 15, but am comfortable in my skin. And definitely in the coral, it’s my very best colour. 😉 And girls? This year, I’m leaving my date at home. It would have been my husband or Orlando Bloom – but I’m feeling like a grrrlz night is in order. And I’m going barefoot!
The Golden Pen Awards are always organized by our dear Carma – the true heart and soul of MomWriters – and she tallies our votes on this day every year. I’ve won a few over the years (but always in one category, the John Hancock award). This year though, not only was the award a surprise, but so too was the nomination. Still don’t know who actually nominated me – speak up if it was you. I’d like to give you a big squeeze to say thank you! So, this year? A huge surprise to win the Debate Diva award “for the Momwriter who loves to debate issues — any issues — but does so in a kind manner”. Thank you ladies (and gents, because we do have a couple of gents in our little group), this means a lot. 🙂
When I told my husband that I won the Debate Diva Award for this year, he laughed and said “no shock there”. LOL But it was a shock, a really wonderful one. It really was. I didn’t even campaign for this win. LMAO
Congratulations to all the Golden Pen winners, and to everyone who was nominated – you are all such amazing women. I’m proud to be in your ranks! And to have not yet been thrown out! 😉 Can you guys throw me out? Maybe no-one has thought of that yet. I better be quiet (and pay off Guido). hehehe…
So… before I head to the ballroom to join my wonderful incredible friends – my source of support, of unconditional love, of motherly advice and wisdom, of power, of kindness, of all things good that Women are – Thank you! I know none of us says it often enough. But you truly mean the world to me. I am so blessed to be a part of such an amazing group of women. I believe in the power of SHE!
Welcome to our Collective Kitchen group. We’re the Lentil Ladies. 🙂
From the left we are Janice, Colleen, Sarah (our group leader), Riki (my sister), and Michelle.
We get together once a month to cook vegetarian meals for our families. Today we made Dahl (which was wonderful), an amazing pasta sauce with a veggie soup stock base, hand-made ravioli and spaghetti, and an apple syrup (for deserts or pancakes, or well… to just eat). 😀 It’s a great chance for everyone to make some incredible food, gab away, and just feel at home.