mental health

Roar

This past weekend, my husband and I watched a documentary on Hulu: Hysterical. (No, I’m not a huge documentary fan, but our favorite comic, Iliza Schlesinger recommended it) The focus centered around female comedians, but the underlying message was more than that – or maybe I just took more away from it. The things the women discussed were things that impact EVERY woman. And the longer I sat there, the more I found myself reflecting on my life. I heard words people have muttered under their breath (or blatantly said to my face). I saw magazine articles I’d come across while sitting in waiting rooms when I idiotically forgot to bring a book with me (never do that, by the way). And I remembered relationships with old boyfriends.

Even today – NOW – women STRUGGLE with social standards.

(For the men out there – I get it. You have problems and standards you battle, too. However, I’m not guy. So while I can stand up and preach about what you’re going through, it’s going to fall flat. You can mutter under your breath that I’m not being “equal,” but there’s nothing I can do about it. You can either wander off somewhere else or sit quietly and maybe gain a new perspective.)

The ANCIENT (and yes, I’m going to call it that) image of women keeping house STILL persists to this day. We’re expected to present ourselves a certain way – in public AND at home – speak with specific words and tone, maintain a household to meet society’s standards, and have aspirations of keeping our husbands and children happy and satisfied. And it’s utter BULLSHIT. This is why women suffer from depression and anxiety! That crazy image doesn’t work, and it has no place in modern society.

Women are EQUAL to men!

We have the right to do what we want. That includes NOT getting married, NOT having children, NOT cleaning the house all day, and NOT waiting on a man hand-and-foot! We can get whatever jobs we want. If that means we net a bigger paycheck than our spouse, so what? Maybe the house doesn’t look like a magazine picture. So what? Is it comfortable for the people living there? (For the record, no one lives in those damn houses. They’re staged by professionals for the photo shoot) Maybe you don’t have dinner piping hot and on the table when your husband gets home every night. (The horror!) Who the fuck cares? In our house, my husband does the cooking, NOT me. He loves cooking, he’s a thousand times better at it (my idea of dinner before we got married was a bowl of cereal or cheese and crackers), and it’s a healthier option. And he doesn’t mind in the slightest – which is more than I can say of my past relationships.

We’re sitting in the 21st century, and women are still fighting to get their voices heard. If you dare to stand up, you’re hit with criticism for being a bitch. Speak up about something, and you’re told you’re too mouthy. (And, of course, no man will have you) And women use these same insults against each other! That programming is so deeply set in our brains that we hesitate to tear it out! So we tell one another not to say anything, not to make waves, not to DO anything. And then we sit in the corner of our perfectly-kept houses, wishing we were dead.

It HAS to stop.

I spent SO much of my life following that pattern. Because getting slapped down HURTS. When I tried to stand up and say something was wrong, I received insults and sneers. (If I had a penny for every time I’ve been called a bitch, I could retire to a private tropical island) And females are VICIOUS with each other. I stopped standing up. I crawled back into the corners. I let myself get pummeled into silence. I put up with getting pinched and fondled. I watched men get congratulated while I was insulted – for the same behavior. They were model workers; I had shortcomings. When I attempted to say something, I was labeled a troublemaker. At one job, I received a TEN-MINUTE lecture for walking in the door in tennis shoes. (My heels were in my desk, and the office was down a cobblestone street.) Meanwhile, a recent hire wore Converse every day because he jogged on his lunch break. I got another lecture for wearing jeans to climb around oil pipelines. (Never mind that I ended up falling on the rocks the next day and tore straight through my khakis) The men at the job had jeans and no one said a word. An old boyfriend whined when I got home late and dinner wasn’t ready. He was laid off at the time and home – chatting with other girls online. My work schedule also inconvenienced him after he totaled his car and needed to borrow mine.

And I said NOTHING.

Because I’d already learned that NO ONE wanted to hear me. I accepted the blame. I watched other promotions and knew there was no point putting in for them. I had ZERO chance. I ACCEPTED my place. Through school and friends, I’d learned what I was supposed to be. The words, “I’m sorry” became dominant in my vocabulary. It took me forever to dig into my brain and find that damned mind control chip. To realize how screwed up everything was. And when I finally tore out the programming and look backward, I was horrified. Why did I let all of those people – men AND women – shove me into that tiny box labeled, “Women’s Place?” How did I become so afraid and small?

I stopped flinching at the insults. And I refused to back down or sit down when they loomed over me. Which is extremely difficult and scared the shit out of me, in the beginning. And I won’t lie – people HATE me for it. I’ve heard everything in the book. (Though, since I’m married, all of those warnings that no man would have me didn’t come to pass) I refuse to be afraid to stand up for myself and those around me. And you know what? There are other women out there doing the same thing. When you fight your way out of the box, you look around and see others who’ve done the same. It’s a relief (knowing you’re not alone always is), but it’s also empowering. Because you realize that it’s POSSIBLE to break down the walls.

Women HAVE voices. And we deserve to use them. We deserve the places we’ve carved out for ourselves in this world. And NO ONE – man OR woman – has the right to tell us differently. That first roar of defiance? It’s shaky and quiet – I won’t deny that. But as you find your strength and root out that programming, it gets louder. And when it joins with everyone else’s? It has the power to create change. Never let ANYONE extinguish your fire.

mental health

Put Up or Shut Up

“Elections belong to the people. It’s their decision. If they decide to turn their back on the fire and burn their behinds, then they will just have to sit on their blisters.”

~Abraham Lincoln

In 64 days in this country, all legally-permitted citizens have the opportunity to partake in the presidential election (and some other elected seats). The official count of the people that have the right to cast ballots is staggering. It’s only dwarfed by the number of people that will skip out on that right, for one reason or another (according to their whine of choice). The reality is quite simple: apathy. They simply can’t be bothered to stand up and get counted. However, it won’t stop them from registering their opinion over the next four years – as if they’re somehow entitled to comment on a process they skipped out on.

Now, I’m going to refrain from delving into the politics itself. Mostly because no one wants to spend an hour reading a blog post. Also, I don’t feel this is the appropriate arena for that discussion. I’ve registered my opinion (numerous times) on my personal social media feeds, and that’s where I’ll continue to keep my personal feelings. (So you can breathe a sigh of relief)

What I want to address is the pathetic lack of action so many people engage in every year. The simple act of walking to a polling location (hell, this year you don’t even have to leave your house! You can order a ballot from online!) is just too much to ask. People provide long laundry lists as to why they can’t be bothered, but it boils down to apathy. They simply don’t care – about anything! Not when the moment calls for action, anyway.

Oh, but they have the answers later!

When the moment passes, and there’s no chance to implement a change, they have the solution in hand. From the safety of their parked butt, they extol on how they would have done things differently. Suddenly, their genius is what’s called for, and the person they WOULD HAVE voted for, would have corrected the problem. And beating the shit out of the moron is illegal.

Because they HAD the chance to make that decision, and they watched it pass them by. The opportunity to participate in the electoral process lay in their hands, and they tossed it in the trash. In my area, we’re given 13 hours to cast a vote. But that’s not enough? Your worthless ass couldn’t move in that space of time? Really?

No, you just couldn’t be bothered!

And I’m tired of it. If you didn’t participate, you lose the right to say one word about the outcome. BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T A PART OF THE PROCESS! You sat back as an observer, nothing more. If you don’t contribute, then you forfeit a right to complain or cheer or even say a single word. Stay in the background and watch. It’s clearly where you’re happiest. Let your apathy keep you company (there are thousands of people who stand with you).

An opinion is an opinion. But ONLY if you make it. And sitting on your ass is NOT an opinion. That’s laziness and callous disregard for the people in your family, your friends, the others around you. How many countries on this planet have ZERO say in what happens to them? If you have ANY chance, why would you not stand up and demand to be counted? Why would you cross your arms and invent some lousy excuse?

If you don’t cast a vote, you don’t get to complain. Sorry – active participants ONLY. Everyone else is studio audience. They’re there, but no one actually cares about them or acknowledges them as individuals. (Wow, sounds like the apathy you’re displaying by refusing to vote!)

Get your ass out and VOTE!

Don’t dissolve into an apathetic blob. Find an opinion and register your voice! Make your number COUNT! You have the right to stand up and be heard, so SHOUT! Otherwise, what’s the point of existing? If you aren’t willing to take hold of a freedom you’re granted, then you may as well move yourself to a country that makes all of the decisions for you, with zero input from its people. You can TRY to complain then (good luck).

Frankly, though, if you won’t get off your worthless, apathetic ass and hit the polls, I don’t want to hear a single complaint or idea from your mouth. You have nothing worth listening to. If you did, you’d make sure your voice was heard WHEN IT MATTERED!