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Curtsey to kirtsy

In woman on May 13, 2008 at 10:09 pm

kirtsy!

Remember the last time you got with the girls, gathered around a too small table to dish on the flavor of the day?! Well, for me sk*rt–now kirtsy is that virtual corner table with all the laughter, joy and tears of days gone by–only now the flavor of the day is whatever tidbit, interesting, infuriating, mind-numbing or mind-expanding article, blog, pic and beyond found on the Internet.

Girlfriends, kirtsy’s one fabulous tool for sharing the knowledge, wisdom, scoop we so readily

According to Merriam-Webster, to curtsey is

an act of civility, respect, or reverence made mainly by women and consisting of a slight lowering of the body with bending of the knees

kirtsy’s power birth from 3 awesome chick who ignored a Super Bowl to put their time to better use. Well, my hat’s off to them and theirs. Better yet, I offer a humble curtsey of respect in response to this awesome manifestation.

Enough said here, go check them and their posse out:

kirtsy

kirtsy blog

Kelby Carr

ecochick

Plain Jane Mom

Peasant Flute curtseys nice for the bride

WHY WOMEN SHOULD VOTE

In Activisim on May 11, 2008 at 7:41 am

Deloris Wright’s thoughts on why women should vote:

This is the story of our Grandmothers, and Great-grandmothers, as they lived only 90 years ago. It was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the poles and vote. The women were innocent and defenseless. And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden’s blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of ‘obstructing sidewalk traffic.’

They beat Lucy Burn, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air. They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

Thus unfolded the ‘Night of Terror’ on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson’s White House for the right to vote.

For weeks, the women’s only water came from an open pail. Their food–all of it colorless slop–was infested with worms. When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.

So, refresh my memory. Some women won’t vote this year because–why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn’t matter? It’s raining?

Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO’s new movie ‘Iron Jawed Angels.’ It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.

All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.

My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women’s history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was–with herself. ‘One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,’ she said. ‘What would those women think of the way I use–or don’t use–my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.’ The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her ‘all over again.’

HBO released the movie on video and DVD. I wish all history; social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum. I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn’t our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.

It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn’t make her crazy.

The doctor admonished the men: ‘Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.’

Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know.

We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party – remember to vote.

History is being made.

Author: Deloris Wright

Source: Why Women Should Vote

What are you thinking about?

In Uncategorized on May 7, 2008 at 8:39 am

What We\'re Thinking About by Barry EbertWhen I started this blog I kept hearing this song by the fabulous lyricist Barry Ebert–What We’re Thinking About. Sometimes I observe what goes in our world, arriving at a different or unique perspective from the rest. I thrive on not getting caught up in the spin or the rhetoric. When I reach in to my quiet place, what does reason, experience and intuition tell me? How am I guided?

What I find to be most intriguing is that though I seek truth, it is not necessarily about me being “right.” Even more, I am able to simply sit with a learning or aha, taking it in, not determined to reach the final conclusion, solve the mystery. Then, by doing so, staying with the process, life takes on a deeper, more enriching tint.

Now, what are you thinking about?

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