We live in a society that does a phenomenal job at making women feel their very existence is to serve and their emotions are a weakness. It’s not uncommon to hear the term “bitch” thrown around to denote men who get emotional or “don’t be a little bitch” tossed around to let someone know they’re not being cooperative enough. This blatantly sexist language weaves in and out of our daily lives and women put up with it constantly or speak up and befall unfair, harsh criticism. Even the most powerful women hear this language. Women of every generation hear this language. No woman is exempt.
The Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Moon
The super blood fantastical gargantuan moon thing is tonight and it sounds like it’s going to be a doozy. It’s suppose to mark change, a new beginning. Man, it’s funny how natural events like this can inspire things that can literally be done at any moment. It’s like the New Year where everyone freaks out about becoming a better human or whatever. Eh. It’s still exciting times and I hope miraculous change does occur tonight.
Who knows, maybe we’ll wake up tomorrow and the great round luminous bulbous moon will open Trump’s eyes and he’ll be all like, “JK guys, I don’t really wanna be president. I’m going to go back and roll around in my money vault in China and comb my toupees with brushes made of solid gold.” Then, all the other Republican candidates will follow suit, Jeb will move to Mexico where the government will make him go through a 100 year naturalization process, Ben Carson will crawl back into whatever dank hole he crawled out of to perform surgery on (we can all strongly assume) maniacs and never speak about politics ever again, and Chris Christie will reunite with his crime family to continue his legacy of laughing in the face of democracy and bullying politicians to get his way. And the other candidates, whoever they are will fade into oblivion, or maybe it’s more like settle back into oblivion….
It would also be nice if the wonderful mystical majestic moon of Oz could get Congress to cool it with telling women what to do with their bodies. That would be so righteous.
Lastly, oh supercalifragilisticexpialidocious moon, please grant us the ability to treat each other as humans no matter where we come from because this world is certainly big enough for us all to share and mass movements of people have been happening throughout human history so why don’t we take a chill pill and figure stuff out instead of rearing the ugly head of a beast called xenophobia (breath)… Also, no more guns, please.
Here’s to the moon, y’all!
One of the best West Wing episodes is when Josh talks to the traumatologist about the shooting that occurred a few weeks prior that was triggering his emotional outbursts. Afterward, Leo is sitting outside waiting for him where he shares this-
Leo McGarry: This guy’s walkin’ down a street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can’t get out. A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up, “Hey you! Can you help me out?” The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole, and moves on. Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up, “Father, I’m down in this hole; can you help me out?” The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a friend walks by. “Hey, Joe, it’s me. Can ya help me out?” And the friend jumps in the hole. Our guy says, “Are ya stupid? Now we’re both down here.” The friend says, “Yeah, but I’ve been down here before and I know the way out.
This is why Leo is one of my favorite characters on the show. He exudes such a pure and honest humanity. Gawd, I love The West Wing.