Sorry, this is one of those things that drives me batty: the fact that so many people seem to feel that the only way a woman is sexy is if she supersizes her bust line and does other plastic surgery augmentation. If not that Botox beauty. Or Juviderm to go.
You name it, a woman isn’t beautiful unless she has been sliced and diced and maybe had a glycolic peel or three.
I am a breast cancer survivor who had a partial mastectomy. I am a little lopsided now but so what? That bit of lopsided means I am alive to write this post. I am also a woman who decided to forgo hair coloring and am graying here and there and you know what? Less chemicals is beautiful. I think I am relieved to not have to spend the next however many years worrying about unnecessary chemicals and wondering if hair color makes me look fake.
I am not a bra burner by any stretch of the imagination but to infer (either directly or indirectly) that women are only beautiful if they consider boob jobs is just wrong. And ask your doctor how they have to manipulate breast implants for mammograms some time.
I have no problem with oh so pretty lingerie or a real bra fitting – that is a very valuable service. But a book signing which is in my opinion just existing to sell more boob jobs? How does that help a woman’s self body image to send the not so subtle message she needs a boob job to be beautiful?
Ladies, you want to celebrate your sexy? Be self-confident in who you are and revel in it. Be yourself.
Last night I did not watch the Republican National Convention, or listen to Ann Romney’s speech. (See and interview with her here.) To get personal, I am sorry she had breast cancer, but you know what? I am a survivor too. She also spoke about having multiple sclerosis, and again, I am sorry, but I know a very brave woman who struggles with this every day who I think is amazing. And she doesn’t tell people about her disease, nor do I tell people what I had so other women will identify with me. It is simply now part of who I am, and to an extent how I view the world.
What did I watch? The season finale of HBO’s The Newsroom which I had missed on Sunday night.
But what I do not get about my own political party, the Republican party, is they put the candidate’s wife, Ann Romney, out there to speak to the women of this country, yet behind the scenes there is embracing of political zealots who I feel have very little respect for women, their bodies, their opinions, their wants, their needs.
Neither of these men should be running for those reasons alone, yet they are. And they aren’t alone. How am I as a Republican woman supposed to vote a Republican ticket when just underneath the surface exists a current that is terrifying to me? Don’t misunderstand me, I am not feeling it for Obama for a second term, but I am having a personal political crisis wondering how the hell I am going to vote?
I have said before that I feel the politics of extremism is ruining this country. It is the undeniable truth. Which is why when I heard what a fictional newsman (who sadly does better reporting the news that major networks in this country do in reality) talk about Republicans and the Tea Party as a fictional Republican, it was very interesting.
Writers do not just draw from imagination, they draw from real life, out there are a lot of people who are torn and apathetic at the same time just like me. I don’t think this all came out of Aaron Sorkin’s vivid imagination alone. (Read an interesting article on the series in the Atlantic HERE)
I volunteered for the RNC2000 when it was in Philadelphia. I have to tell you, I believed a lot more than I do now. But at that convention, the Republican Party on a national level had some balls and the political zealots and extremists stayed firmly where they belong on the fringe.
I almost wonder what kind of target I will become now as a blogger for saying I am a Republican but political extremism isn’t the way to go?
Anyway, watch the clip I posted. I don’t care who did it, or what their political persuasion may or may not be, as Americans it is a perspective we should at least hear out.
Enough of all the supremely supercilious Sorkin-bashing. No more. Sunday’s season finale of Aaron Sorkin’s “The Newsroom” managed to be the most timely – and one of the best – season finales of a television show I’ve ever seen (and, in my case, that “ever” covers a lot of chronological distance).
On this very evening, the Republicans are gathered in Tampa to see how much commandeering of the American journalistic agenda a storm called Isaac will allow. Two days earlier, “The Newsroom’s” finale led off with fictional journalistic crusader Will McEvoy leading off his news broadcast with a very real issue hotly debated (“defended” is the most apt word) just a few weeks ago: efforts to deny voting rights to those who have no photographic identification…..Put it together with “The Newsroom’s” usual blowtorching of the Tea Party on the (also) plausible grounds that it represents extremism, not Republicanism, and you’ve got the most extraordinary timeliness ever recorded for a TV show in a presidential election year. And all this, mind you, from an HBO fantasy that, thus far, has had to restrict itself to actual events from 2010, when some of the writing was being done….
In the terrific season finale of “The Newsroom” – complete with historically appropriate sideswipes at “Sex and the City” – Sorkin revealed what his theme music all along should have been: bad, scratchy old recordings of Broadway cast albums from “Camelot” and “Man of La Mancha.”
Now THAT would have been the proper introductory tone – smartass, ironic, dweeby, willing to get bruised while pushing boundaries rather than defending a bunch of Holy Prophets who were never anything of a sort.
Like it or not, Aaron Sorkin and HBO via fictional characters have given a voice to people questioning the tides of American politics. Even registered Republicans.
We, as Americans, have been suffering through an economy not seen since the Great Depression if we are all honest with ourselves. We don’t (thankfully) have a World War looming on the horizon to snap us out of it, but you know what? We all need something to believe in.
We need as Americans, to have not only something and someones we can believe in, but practical solutions and not pie in the sky ideals.
We do not need to set women back a century or better, and we need to stop a lot of rhetoric which if continued will merely induce more hatred between races. We need people who actually want to get together from both parties and govern for the good of the people and this country.
Right now it is bull twaddle as usual in Washington, DC. And in the actual district you see people running around hedging their bets in case the seat of power changes, which in effect means nothing is getting done and we are still paying for it as taxpayers.
You know, I had a ticket for Paul Ryan’s visit to West Chester but I did not go. I did not go because I did not feel like dealing with the extremeists from either side who were there, including that old fool Frank Lautenberg. I enjoy politics, I enjoy hearing what candidates have to say, and sometimes even their wives, which is how I got to meet Michele Obama last election in a small setting. I like to hear what candidates have to say, but I can’t hear any of them this election season because they are getting drowned out by the politics of extremism on both sides.