What must it be like to be beautiful? How does it feel to walk into room and have every head turn to watch your passing? Is it completely annoying, almost like having a handicap that people constantly ask about or comment upon? Or do you simply grow accustomed to the admiring looks and feel that it is, quite simply, your due?
I've always wondered about this. Recently, I confessed to the man that I'm dating that I would like to be beautiful, just once. He was astounded that I would say such a thing - not because he didn't think I would be subject to such a 1950's way of looking at a woman's role in the world - but because, he said, I am beautiful. I started to cry, a little. He was honestly bewildered that I didn't think so, myself.
The thing is, I do think I'm beautiful. There are a hundred things about me that are unique and fantastic and enjoyable and incredible. The difficulty is that, based upon this kind of a definition, well, everyone is beautiful, correct? We all are, each in our own and individual ways, and that is as it should be. To our own families and friends and loved ones, we are indeed all possessors of beauty, on many different levels.
I guess that makes me kind of messed up for wanting, for a small while, to be beautiful outside, where everyone can see it, like a painting or a statue. I suppose this all comes from too many years of watching television and movies and reading fashion magazines. The women there all seem to set this impossible standard, and yet we all (don't we?) secretly (or not so secretly) wish to be like them, to hold the gazes of the multitudes, to bask in the warm glow of that admiration, to have people want to be you ...
Hunh. Now that I write that out, it seems a little creepy. And plus, I bet to look so picture-perfect, you have to spend a really ridiculous amount of time working on yourself - exercise, diet, hair and nail appointments, etc ... would I really choose to spend my time that way? Pampering and prepping myself, instead of spending time with the people I love and reading and riding my bike and a thousand other important things? Probably not. My brain can recognize the unappealing nature of taking that route. And to have people stare wherever you went? Try to talk to you? Copy your hairstyle, buy the clothes you like, try to emulate the least important part of you - your exterior?
Maybe I don't want to be thought beautiful, by anyone other than my soon-to-be husband. I'll let him be my sole admirer, as long as he lets me be his. Does it really matter what anyone else thinks? Nope, not so much.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
I have decided that I am not an ideal blogger. Or even a semi-ideal one! I could sit here for literally an hour, thinking of and then almost instantaneously discarding topics, one after the other. And when I finally DO write, it is generally one of those "writing about nothing" kind of blogs that I despise reading when I come across them on other people's sites. Oh, what a tangled web I weave. Sigh.
Were I a more focused person, I would pick some category - books, my pet's antics, a picture each day, politics, food - and then hammer away. Once a day, you write something down. Sounds simple, and maybe it is, for some folks. For me, I crave variety. I get sweaty-palmed thinking about limiting myself to just one thing. Dear God, I think my armpits are sweating now, too. Anyone want to know why I never finished college? Easy - I simply couldn't settle on learning about one topic, one career. I was endlessly changing my mind, finding a new interest, losing an old one. I have no idea what gave me this perpetual wanderlust of the mind, only that it is part of me, and my boredom with concentration on one topic or idea has been with me my whole life.
It's actually kind of cool to just keep on jumping around the spectrum, as folks who search blogs are generally looking for one on a specific topic. This way, I can post whatever the hell I'm thinking, and it releases tensions and airs my ideas, but possibly no one else will ever even read this, because it is about so many different things. It's sort of like the ship's log of my life, an online diary, only with the added excitement that someone, anyone, might read it at any point. I don't flatter myself that many people would be interested in reading my scrambling ramblings, but the potential is there. Just a little extra layer that makes this about an inch more exciting than saving a daily or weekly diary on my hard drive.
So, I think that, instead of berating myself for not settling on one thing, I will instead shake my own hand and then continue to write when and if the spirit moves me, and about whatever springs to mind on those days. I will avoid categories and classifications as if they carried the bubonic plague. I will float my secrets out into the ether of the internet and wonder where they end up, if anywhere. And, like always, the writing of words is what will be the satisfaction. Mmm.
Were I a more focused person, I would pick some category - books, my pet's antics, a picture each day, politics, food - and then hammer away. Once a day, you write something down. Sounds simple, and maybe it is, for some folks. For me, I crave variety. I get sweaty-palmed thinking about limiting myself to just one thing. Dear God, I think my armpits are sweating now, too. Anyone want to know why I never finished college? Easy - I simply couldn't settle on learning about one topic, one career. I was endlessly changing my mind, finding a new interest, losing an old one. I have no idea what gave me this perpetual wanderlust of the mind, only that it is part of me, and my boredom with concentration on one topic or idea has been with me my whole life.
It's actually kind of cool to just keep on jumping around the spectrum, as folks who search blogs are generally looking for one on a specific topic. This way, I can post whatever the hell I'm thinking, and it releases tensions and airs my ideas, but possibly no one else will ever even read this, because it is about so many different things. It's sort of like the ship's log of my life, an online diary, only with the added excitement that someone, anyone, might read it at any point. I don't flatter myself that many people would be interested in reading my scrambling ramblings, but the potential is there. Just a little extra layer that makes this about an inch more exciting than saving a daily or weekly diary on my hard drive.
So, I think that, instead of berating myself for not settling on one thing, I will instead shake my own hand and then continue to write when and if the spirit moves me, and about whatever springs to mind on those days. I will avoid categories and classifications as if they carried the bubonic plague. I will float my secrets out into the ether of the internet and wonder where they end up, if anywhere. And, like always, the writing of words is what will be the satisfaction. Mmm.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Books
Good lordy, do I love books. Books, books, books. This was very good Christmas for me, book-wise. Got the new Stephen King (Under the Dome) and the new Diana Gabaldon (An Echo In The Bone) ... plus, family members also received some good options that I plan to borrow and read very, very soon. And, I just bought and started reading the next book in the Wizard's First Rule series ... I'm on my 3rd 800+-pager, and it's not even the end of January!
I am planning to finally read A Year In Provence after my dad finishes it, and I will be also "hitting" the books, in terms of remedial French language instruction, as soon as Patrick is safely out of earshot. I aim to have regained at least 50% of the vocabulary I had in high school by the time I travel to La Canourgue in the end of April. Flashcards? Patrick has already given me a level-2 high school textbook and workbook (which I have already cracked open and started), along with a French-English dictionary and a lot of encouragement. Hopefully I won't be a complete disaster when I get there.
And if I am ... I'll simply remain quiet and read books!!! Books in the French springtime - what could be better?
I am planning to finally read A Year In Provence after my dad finishes it, and I will be also "hitting" the books, in terms of remedial French language instruction, as soon as Patrick is safely out of earshot. I aim to have regained at least 50% of the vocabulary I had in high school by the time I travel to La Canourgue in the end of April. Flashcards? Patrick has already given me a level-2 high school textbook and workbook (which I have already cracked open and started), along with a French-English dictionary and a lot of encouragement. Hopefully I won't be a complete disaster when I get there.
And if I am ... I'll simply remain quiet and read books!!! Books in the French springtime - what could be better?
Monday, December 21, 2009
Apology to Mr. President
Dear Mr. Obama,
First of all, I'd like to apologize to you. You might wonder what a normal, within-the-law sort of gal such as myself might have to be sorry for - sorry enough,in fact, to pen this letter. My sorrow and remorse has nothing actually to do with my own personal actions ... welll, except for the actions I have taken in the voting booth over the last few years.
Granted, most of the candidates I choose never get elected. I am a registered Democrat (only so that I can vote in the primaries - I consider myself to be more of an Independent), and I typically research all of the candidates who up for election to the House and the Senate from my area of Florida, and then I vote for the ones who seem to be the least stupid of the lot. This is a practice I adopted after I finally figured out that the only real differences between the two parties here in the US are positions on abortion, gun control, government-sponsored medical care and taxes. Everything else is just window dressing. I try to vote for those who seem they will actually evaluate a bill and really think about its pros and cons and its impact on their constituency before voting. After the ridiculous antics I have seen played out in Congress over the past year, however; I realize that it really doesn't matter at ALL who ANY of us citizens vote for! As soon as they are elected and sworn into office, these US Representatives and US Senators behave like bratty children, stopping their ears to any sort of compromise and deliberately obfuscating every point put to debate. At times I have been hard-pressed to believe that Congress is being powered by anything other than itinerant five-year-olds.
My apology to you, sir, is that we elected these supposedly smart and educated men and women to do a job they are apparently incapable of. I am sorry that the majority of them seem unable to listen to what the American people want and need. I am sorry that none of them are adult enough to act in a real spirit of compromise, because from where I stand, that is the ONLY way that the issues on the table right now - specifically, revising our broken and limping health care system - are going to be resolved. Denying that there is a problem or spreading scurrilous rumors to trick your constituency into thinking that the issues are something other than they are is cowardly and disingenuous. Why are politicians so afraid of change? Have any of THEM ever spent time with no medical insurance? Have they been faced with the outrageous cost of COBRA coverage after leaving a job? Been bankrupted from an inability to even come close to paying overdue medical expenses? Had to forgo care for themselves or their children simply because there wasn't affordable care available to them? And the American people don't want or need a change???
Again, I'm sorry, Mr. President. We have sent you a whole contingent of people to help you to shape the changes of which this country is sorely in need. Instead, you have a crowd of men and women who can't agree on any details that might lead to something the rest of the country would look upon as progress. Instead, they bicker about dollars and cents and abortion rights and socialism and welfare abuse, and the citizens of this country are left to wait and wonder why we ever voted for any of these people, and if anything will ever change up there on Capitol Hill. Instead, you have politicians more concerned with holding up a bill's progress than creating something that satisfies some of the needs of each side and MOST of the needs of this country's poor and destitute. From here, it sure doesn't seem like the help we sent to you in Washington is of much help to you, or to any of us.
I have always been thankful that I was born here, in one of the freest-thinking nations ever founded. I have grown up without famine or disease, with access to great opportunities. But, somewhere along the way, we've lost sight of that free thinking that started our nation, and that - well, that is where most of my sorrow lies. It was a great day indeed when you were elected, Mr. President. Your messages of hope and perseverance lit up the entire country like nothing I've experienced in my lifetime. I felt proud that day, and humbled, and happy. I would like to continue to be proud to be an American, and your hope and optimism help me to be that person. The men and women meant to be representing my interests, though - well, they make me ashamed. I am sorry, Mr. President. I know you are trying your best. I sincerely wish that Congress would choose 2010 to try their best, as well, to reconcile themselves to each other, to your administration, and to the hopes and wants of the people they serve - the citizens of the United States of America.
Sincerely,
Erin Andress
Orlando, FL
First of all, I'd like to apologize to you. You might wonder what a normal, within-the-law sort of gal such as myself might have to be sorry for - sorry enough,in fact, to pen this letter. My sorrow and remorse has nothing actually to do with my own personal actions ... welll, except for the actions I have taken in the voting booth over the last few years.
Granted, most of the candidates I choose never get elected. I am a registered Democrat (only so that I can vote in the primaries - I consider myself to be more of an Independent), and I typically research all of the candidates who up for election to the House and the Senate from my area of Florida, and then I vote for the ones who seem to be the least stupid of the lot. This is a practice I adopted after I finally figured out that the only real differences between the two parties here in the US are positions on abortion, gun control, government-sponsored medical care and taxes. Everything else is just window dressing. I try to vote for those who seem they will actually evaluate a bill and really think about its pros and cons and its impact on their constituency before voting. After the ridiculous antics I have seen played out in Congress over the past year, however; I realize that it really doesn't matter at ALL who ANY of us citizens vote for! As soon as they are elected and sworn into office, these US Representatives and US Senators behave like bratty children, stopping their ears to any sort of compromise and deliberately obfuscating every point put to debate. At times I have been hard-pressed to believe that Congress is being powered by anything other than itinerant five-year-olds.
My apology to you, sir, is that we elected these supposedly smart and educated men and women to do a job they are apparently incapable of. I am sorry that the majority of them seem unable to listen to what the American people want and need. I am sorry that none of them are adult enough to act in a real spirit of compromise, because from where I stand, that is the ONLY way that the issues on the table right now - specifically, revising our broken and limping health care system - are going to be resolved. Denying that there is a problem or spreading scurrilous rumors to trick your constituency into thinking that the issues are something other than they are is cowardly and disingenuous. Why are politicians so afraid of change? Have any of THEM ever spent time with no medical insurance? Have they been faced with the outrageous cost of COBRA coverage after leaving a job? Been bankrupted from an inability to even come close to paying overdue medical expenses? Had to forgo care for themselves or their children simply because there wasn't affordable care available to them? And the American people don't want or need a change???
Again, I'm sorry, Mr. President. We have sent you a whole contingent of people to help you to shape the changes of which this country is sorely in need. Instead, you have a crowd of men and women who can't agree on any details that might lead to something the rest of the country would look upon as progress. Instead, they bicker about dollars and cents and abortion rights and socialism and welfare abuse, and the citizens of this country are left to wait and wonder why we ever voted for any of these people, and if anything will ever change up there on Capitol Hill. Instead, you have politicians more concerned with holding up a bill's progress than creating something that satisfies some of the needs of each side and MOST of the needs of this country's poor and destitute. From here, it sure doesn't seem like the help we sent to you in Washington is of much help to you, or to any of us.
I have always been thankful that I was born here, in one of the freest-thinking nations ever founded. I have grown up without famine or disease, with access to great opportunities. But, somewhere along the way, we've lost sight of that free thinking that started our nation, and that - well, that is where most of my sorrow lies. It was a great day indeed when you were elected, Mr. President. Your messages of hope and perseverance lit up the entire country like nothing I've experienced in my lifetime. I felt proud that day, and humbled, and happy. I would like to continue to be proud to be an American, and your hope and optimism help me to be that person. The men and women meant to be representing my interests, though - well, they make me ashamed. I am sorry, Mr. President. I know you are trying your best. I sincerely wish that Congress would choose 2010 to try their best, as well, to reconcile themselves to each other, to your administration, and to the hopes and wants of the people they serve - the citizens of the United States of America.
Sincerely,
Erin Andress
Orlando, FL
Friday, December 11, 2009
It's Finally Friday
It's really, REALLY been a long week. I have somehow contracted something that makes me feel dizziness/vertigo while sitting at my desk, and I think it is somehow linked to staring at columns of numbers for hours on end - glancing up and down between keyboard and monitor seems to aggravate it - and drinking water, stretching, eating more iron and making sure I am eating throughout the day, in general, do not seem to be helping. I am starting to hypochondrize, here, but I am trying to keep it to a minimum before I start freaking myself out, imagining a brain tumor or something. My ears have been bothering me for a few weeks, so maybe that's it - just a fluid imbalance in the old inner ear. Hopefully, that's all it is and will soon right itself. I hope.
In the meantime, work has been miserable. I just want to lay my head down on the desk and give up. My eyes are tired of the computer screen, for sure. Maybe I should get one of those privacy filter thingies? They're supposed to reduce the glare and be easier on your eyes ... I'll see how things go.
OK, enough complaining! Even if no one is reading this but me, it wouldn't hurt to be a bit more positive. I'm having trouble with the positive today, not because I don't have anything to be positive about, but simply because my eyes and my head are a bit tired, and that makes thinking tough. Still, all the things I love in the world are still around, which is pretty awesome, and Christmas is coming, and Patrick is in my life (just typing his name makes me smile to myself), and my parents and sibs are all alive and well, and I have a good job, and a good apartment ... all things to rejoice in, no? I think so. I guess the petty physical discomforts, etc. really do pale next to those things. I've definitely got worries, but nothing that can't wait and nothing that is more important than being excited to see Patrick and the kids tonight, to have dinner with them and maybe watch a movie and laugh and just hang out. And tomorrow, I get to hang out with my Mom and sisters and make Christmas cookies. Sunday, I think Patrick and are going to a Christmas get-together at a friend's house. So, it's all good - really.
I'm not 100% cheered up (who can be, when they feel like they're walking next to a cliff edge all day with steel boots on ... and there's a magnetic railing boted to the cliff just over the edge of it and out of my line of sight?), but I"m about 90% cheered up, and I'd say that's pretty darned sweet.
Next post I promise to be more topical and not so whiny about myself. Sound good?
In the meantime, work has been miserable. I just want to lay my head down on the desk and give up. My eyes are tired of the computer screen, for sure. Maybe I should get one of those privacy filter thingies? They're supposed to reduce the glare and be easier on your eyes ... I'll see how things go.
OK, enough complaining! Even if no one is reading this but me, it wouldn't hurt to be a bit more positive. I'm having trouble with the positive today, not because I don't have anything to be positive about, but simply because my eyes and my head are a bit tired, and that makes thinking tough. Still, all the things I love in the world are still around, which is pretty awesome, and Christmas is coming, and Patrick is in my life (just typing his name makes me smile to myself), and my parents and sibs are all alive and well, and I have a good job, and a good apartment ... all things to rejoice in, no? I think so. I guess the petty physical discomforts, etc. really do pale next to those things. I've definitely got worries, but nothing that can't wait and nothing that is more important than being excited to see Patrick and the kids tonight, to have dinner with them and maybe watch a movie and laugh and just hang out. And tomorrow, I get to hang out with my Mom and sisters and make Christmas cookies. Sunday, I think Patrick and are going to a Christmas get-together at a friend's house. So, it's all good - really.
I'm not 100% cheered up (who can be, when they feel like they're walking next to a cliff edge all day with steel boots on ... and there's a magnetic railing boted to the cliff just over the edge of it and out of my line of sight?), but I"m about 90% cheered up, and I'd say that's pretty darned sweet.
Next post I promise to be more topical and not so whiny about myself. Sound good?
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Calypso Cookies
I am 100% in love with Publix's Calyso Bites cookies. They are just regular cookies with coconut and walnuts in them, but they are DELICIOUS. If you know me, you know I am not so much a cookie person - but these babies knock my socks off. The perfect blend of sweet and not ... I found some recipes online that claim to be similar. Here's one:
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CALYPSO COOKIES
1 stick margarine (1/2 cup)
1 cup light brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
1&1/2 teaspoons vanilla
1/2 teaspoon almond extract
1&1/4 cup quick cooking oats, crushed in a blender
1 cup self-rising flour
6 oz. dried pineapple, or half a can crushed pineapple, strained through cheesecloth & patted dry
7 oz. shredded coconut
1/2 cup chopped walnuts or pecans
Mix margarine, sugars, vanilla and almond extract; set aside.
Process oats in blender until they are a fine powder, add flour and oat powder to the margarine mixture. Blend well. If mixture seems too dry, add one egg.
Add pineapple, coconut, and nuts to the mix.
Make into balls (slightly smaller than a golf ball) and place on a greased and floured cookie sheet. Flatten ball with a fork and then bake at 350 degrees for 15-18 minutes.
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I am not so sure about the pineapple - I certainly don't taste it in these Publix cookies, but the rest looks about right. I got this from http://www.recipelink.com/; there are a few other variations on this theme there if you want to look. Hmmm, that bite may have had pineapple in it. Give these babies a try, seriously. Unless you are fantastically afraid of (or allergic to) coconut, I can see no reason why you wouldn't fall in love with these little sweeties, as well. I may add these to my Christmas cookie plate list!
Ciao (chow!)!
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CALYPSO COOKIES
1 stick margarine (1/2 cup)
1 cup light brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
1&1/2 teaspoons vanilla
1/2 teaspoon almond extract
1&1/4 cup quick cooking oats, crushed in a blender
1 cup self-rising flour
6 oz. dried pineapple, or half a can crushed pineapple, strained through cheesecloth & patted dry
7 oz. shredded coconut
1/2 cup chopped walnuts or pecans
Mix margarine, sugars, vanilla and almond extract; set aside.
Process oats in blender until they are a fine powder, add flour and oat powder to the margarine mixture. Blend well. If mixture seems too dry, add one egg.
Add pineapple, coconut, and nuts to the mix.
Make into balls (slightly smaller than a golf ball) and place on a greased and floured cookie sheet. Flatten ball with a fork and then bake at 350 degrees for 15-18 minutes.
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I am not so sure about the pineapple - I certainly don't taste it in these Publix cookies, but the rest looks about right. I got this from http://www.recipelink.com/; there are a few other variations on this theme there if you want to look. Hmmm, that bite may have had pineapple in it. Give these babies a try, seriously. Unless you are fantastically afraid of (or allergic to) coconut, I can see no reason why you wouldn't fall in love with these little sweeties, as well. I may add these to my Christmas cookie plate list!
Ciao (chow!)!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
License plates
Is it me, or does Florida have an unusually high number of themed license plates? It seems like almost every day I see a design I've never encountered before - an animal, like the Florida panther or a manatee, or maybe a school I've ever heard of (Lynn University?) ... and that's just the tip of the iceberg. Did you know that Florida offers license plate designs that identify you as a Miccosukee or Seminole Indian? How about plates that identify us as the "Golf Capital of the World" or ask us to "Support Soccer"? Every branch of the military is represented by their own plate design, and firefighters, sheriffs, and the police force all have a plate (as well as P.A.L and the Florida Sheriff's Youth Ranches). There are plates asking us to stop child abuse, salute veterans, share the road, stop heart disease, and protect everything from coral reefs to dolphins to sea turtles. I can't imagine how we stack up against other states, but it seems like a little bit of overkill, all these choices, don't you think?
Speaking of choices, please note that Florida offers not just one, but THREE plate designs all aimed at conservative pro-life citizens (Choose Life, Family First, and Family Values), but there is not even ONE plate designed for the part of the population who believes that their choices about their bodies are their own. No "Choose Choice" or "Choice First", is there? Sometimes it is tough to believe that we are indeed in the 21st century, and, in the good old U.S. of A. there are still people who believe that it is their own job to make personal choices for other people. I would never insist that someone change their religion, or make a choice about their own body and health simply to conform with my own ideas of right and wrong. Your body, YOUR choice: my body, MY choice. Women have spent too many years in ignorance and fear to ignore the choices that are safe, ready, and on the table.
What a shame that such a culturally rich state, with more than its share of women in the population, has allowed these three license plate designs - three! - to be made available, without a single counterpart showing the other side of the debate. In fact, let me amend: I think that NONE of these plates should be available. This is a personal issue, decided one woman and one family at a time, so let the discussion stay there, instead of emblazoned on the back of your car. Free speech is indeed a right in this country, so I suppose people will continue to purchase and display these overplayed designs, and those of us who don't agree will just continue to grin and bear it.
I don't object so much to the opinion of the "Choose Life" folks as much as I object to the way that the plate seems to be an order, badly camouflaged by the child's crayon drawing that is the background. It's like forcing down bad-tasting medicine by encasing it in a spoonful of honey - I'd rather taste the medicine, thanks - at least I know what I'm getting, and I know it's the truth. I won't choose ANYTHING just to please someone else, or to fit in with their view of the world. I truly don't understand why those of us who urge the right to make our own choices are so opposed. We are asking that right for everyone, not just some people. I personally don't care what another person decides in regards to their unwanted pregnancy. All I care about is that this country offers that woman the security and freedom to make that choice, as needed, and provides the training necessary to its medical community so that women can seek care not only for abortions, but for everything associated with women's health - including prenatal and postnatal care.
Hmmm. All that from a few license plate designs. Yikes.
Speaking of choices, please note that Florida offers not just one, but THREE plate designs all aimed at conservative pro-life citizens (Choose Life, Family First, and Family Values), but there is not even ONE plate designed for the part of the population who believes that their choices about their bodies are their own. No "Choose Choice" or "Choice First", is there? Sometimes it is tough to believe that we are indeed in the 21st century, and, in the good old U.S. of A. there are still people who believe that it is their own job to make personal choices for other people. I would never insist that someone change their religion, or make a choice about their own body and health simply to conform with my own ideas of right and wrong. Your body, YOUR choice: my body, MY choice. Women have spent too many years in ignorance and fear to ignore the choices that are safe, ready, and on the table.
What a shame that such a culturally rich state, with more than its share of women in the population, has allowed these three license plate designs - three! - to be made available, without a single counterpart showing the other side of the debate. In fact, let me amend: I think that NONE of these plates should be available. This is a personal issue, decided one woman and one family at a time, so let the discussion stay there, instead of emblazoned on the back of your car. Free speech is indeed a right in this country, so I suppose people will continue to purchase and display these overplayed designs, and those of us who don't agree will just continue to grin and bear it.
I don't object so much to the opinion of the "Choose Life" folks as much as I object to the way that the plate seems to be an order, badly camouflaged by the child's crayon drawing that is the background. It's like forcing down bad-tasting medicine by encasing it in a spoonful of honey - I'd rather taste the medicine, thanks - at least I know what I'm getting, and I know it's the truth. I won't choose ANYTHING just to please someone else, or to fit in with their view of the world. I truly don't understand why those of us who urge the right to make our own choices are so opposed. We are asking that right for everyone, not just some people. I personally don't care what another person decides in regards to their unwanted pregnancy. All I care about is that this country offers that woman the security and freedom to make that choice, as needed, and provides the training necessary to its medical community so that women can seek care not only for abortions, but for everything associated with women's health - including prenatal and postnatal care.
Hmmm. All that from a few license plate designs. Yikes.
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