Scapegoats and Sacred Cows

Sorry for my absenteeism. My head has been firmly planted in my manuscript’s ass. Well, if a manuscript had an ass. I guess not, really. But what this means is, I haven’t been posting to my blog and when my son says, “Mommy, I’m thirsty,”  I reply, “Just a minute. Mommy is trying to hide a body in a locked-down prison.”

Therefore, my blog has been as neglected as my housework. The dust is impressive around here, by the way. My daughter thinks Tinker Bell has been leaving fairy dust. I encourage this fantasy. Keep it coming, Tink.

The upside to the constant distraction of a book playing out in my head is not thinking about the election. I try to avoid politics because I hate the feeling of something so far removed from my control. But I know I can’t keep ignoring what’s going on. Especially this year. Equal pay for women is still up for debate. Planned Parenthood is under attack. Sandra Fluke was met with Rush Limbaugh’s terrible “slut” comments on the air for standing up for birth control funding, and he was not denounced by his affiliated party.

If women do not stand up for themselves, we will be pushed back into the 1950’s.

I made this promise on my inaugural blog post on October 14, 2011: “I’ll keep my political views to a minimum.”  So, I’ll stop with my political not-so-much rant because I don’t want to be a big fat liar. I encourage you to do your research this year, please. We have to fight for each other. Our daughters are watching.