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This is a parody – but I had to stop and think first!
At a meeting with the “Moms For Mitt” group yesterday outside Philadelphia, PA, Ann Romney was asked her opinion on Lilly Ledbetter and equal pay for equal work regarding women’s employment. Without hesitation she responded with another question that seemed to shock even the most staunch conservatives in the room.
“Why should women be paid equal to men? Men have been in the working world a lot longer and deserve to be paid at a higher rate. Heck, I’m a working mom and I’m not paid a dime. I depend on my husband to provide for me and my family, as should most women… and if a woman does work, she should be happy just to be out there in the working world and quit complaining that she’s not making as much as her male counterparts. I mean really, all this wanting to be equal nonsense is going to be detrimental to the future of women everywhere. Who’s going to want to hire a woman, or for that matter, even marry a woman who thinks she is the same, if not better than a man at any job. It’s almost laughable. C’mon now ladies, are you with me on this?”
After Ann Romney finished speaking, there was an awkward silence in the air with a smattering of applause that seemed to come from a forced obligation to support their future party nominee’s wife.
“Wait a minute, ” I thought. I backed of of the driveway to take a second look. This was right across the street from my neighbor’s driveway. I asked her when this happened and she replied on Monday.
The city came out the next day to cover it up. They must have used the wrong kind of paint because it washed away in the rains and the picture shows the result. She reported this to the police, but, no one came out to talk to her. Just a report over the phone.
This is a fairly small bedroom community in the metro Atlanta area, so access to city officials is easy. I called the city manager yesterday and told him what had happened. He replied that my call was the first time he had heard about this. I was assured that he would have a crew out as soon as possible.
A phone call to the City Police was not very informative. I asked several questions if this was isolated, when it was reported and so on. There had been two reports made. “Have this been looked into further?” I asked. “I don’t think so, no indication,” I was told. “Probably just some kids vandalizing.”
I called the local paper and talked to the crime reporter if he knew of any other incidences. “I didn’t even know about this one!” he said. The reporter came out to our street and we had a conversation.
“I hate to say this, but, if this had happened in the more tony part of town, it would have been taken more seriously. There would have been police out here and the city manager would have been made aware of it,” he told me.
I know. It is a distressed neighborhood. Quite a few abandoned and foreclosed homes are on the street.
A few folks have said to me it was probably kids. Very high possibility, as the street is a good place to skateboard. (Skateboarding is not a crime.) Even if it was some kids, that doesn’t change the severity or seriousness of this. Some experts say that this can be a precursor to violence in the future.
Living in the metro Atlanta area, I have seen graffiti of all sorts through the years. Skin Heads scrawl all kinds of hateful messages and I just cringe.
But, if it was kids or not, I was just bothered by the cavalier attitude by the City Police.
And it’s me and my machine for the rest of the morning/ And the rest of the evening/ And the rest of my life.
Every once in a while, someone will introduce me as a blogger. I’m shocked if people even know who I am (or know what blogging is, for that matter), because really, I just sit in my living room and write stuff late at night, or early in the morning when normal people are still asleep. Come to think of it, I’m pretty much hunched over a computer for an average of 18 hours a day.
And I wonder why people think this is glamorous. Dear God, why?
I’m sitting here with one of those “As Seen On TV” compression socks on my right arm, because the nerves are so shot in my right arm. (I cut holes in the end for my fingers.) I don’t think it’s so much the typing, because I did that for more than 15 years as a full-time journalist and the damage wasn’t this bad. It’s the damned cutting and pasting that does it, I think. Sometimes the pain is so bad, it makes me cry.
I have an ergonomic mouse, an ergonomic chair. Thank God I have an articulating keyboard tray that one of you readers paid for, because the pain got so bad, I finally had to take a week off.
I’m plugged in most of the time. If I’m not home, I’m checking my smartphone. I have the TV on in the background with the sound turned off, because you never know what you might miss. It’s like any assembly line job – you have to feed the content machine.
When I’m not writing, I’m reading. Looking for story leads on Twitter, on blogs, on news sites. I always prided myself on how much I read, but now my idea of heaven would be six months without reading any news at all. I suspect (although I can’t be sure) that most of my blogging colleagues feel the same way, at least the ones who turn out this kind of volume.
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I thought this was pretty funny. I don’t think the Romneys are all that familiar with the intertubes and how there’s a record of every public thing they’ve said:
When Ann Romney’s status as a stay-at-home mom became a political football in the last week, she went on Fox News and emphasized that it was all about choices, saying “We need to respect the choices that women make.” But at a 1994 campaign event, Ann Romney told low-income women in no uncertain terms that they should stay at home with their kids, according to Judith Dushku, a prominent Mormon feminist who knew the Romneys over several decades and attended the forum. It was also a contrast from Mitt Romney’s position at the time — and as recently as this January — which favored bringing low-income mothers into the workforce in exchange for welfare benefits.
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