One Crazy Lady

Ok. running a little bit behind this week. Husband just finished finals last week and is on break, so, anyway.
I have a test in my lab tonight and still have to eat dinner, so I am babbling a bit, but I will come back and flesh this out through editing later on.
One article that I read this week that meant a lot to me was
All God’s Children
You can count me in as one of those women who follow “a fundamentalist pronatalist theology known as Quiverfull. Shunning all forms of birth control, Quiverfull women accept as many children as God gives them as a demonstration of their radical faith and obedience as well as a means to advance his kingdom: winning the country for Christ by having more children than their adversaries. This self-proclaimed “patriarchy” movement, which likely numbers in the tens of thousands but which is growing exponentially, bases its arguments on Psalm 127: “Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They shall not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate.” Quiverfull women commonly give birth to families of eight, 10 and 12 children, or more.
I personally only have a small starter family of 6 children, but I would be glad to have more. On the other hand, I don’t feel obligated to have more. But, I very much believe that it is not a good idea for me to stand between God and the Creation of Life. This is a personally held belief and I had it long before I met anyone else who did. My husband still believes that it is acceptable to use some forms of birth control (not abortifacients). We disagree on this issue, we disagree on many issues. In the end, we are still married, still raising this family together. I have let him know that if he feels like he needs to do something to prevent a pregnancy then he needs to take that up with His Heavenly Father. I will not.
I was thrilled when I discovered Nancy Campbell and Mary Pride and their writings. I felt alone in my beliefs, I wasn’t blessed to attend a church filled with like-minded women. I have had to eagerly seek them out. Campbell and Pride and others like them, didn’t convince me to live a life I didn’t want to live; they convinced me that I was not alone in that desire.


I am beginning to post my blog before I’ve finished my summary this week as I am having a difficult time and needed to vent a bit.
While the authors of the text include discussion from both sides of abortion, it is quite obvious which side they are on. When they casually say that 1.67 million abortions are performed every year in the United States; I get a sick feeling in my stomach – yep, there it is now – and in mind my I see am image of what 1.67 million dead babies looks like.
Then, I cry.
When I first started to write my summary, it went like this:
Right at this moment I want to scream, I am holding my breath and gritting my teeth. But, I will try to control my emotions while summarizing this week. Before I even read anything, I see the title “…Reproductive Rights” and already my stomach is turning. When someone says this is an issue about choice… I want to know, the right to choose what? Whether another human being should live or die? If someone like Adolph Hitler was to take over the world, and start lining people up and deciding who should live and who should die… well, I guess those same people would say that’s okay too? Or is it only okay, if the person being murdered is helpless and not important to you? Or is it only okay if YOU are the one who gets to choose?

I’ve never been pregnant and thought of my child as anything other than a growing baby who desperately needs me. After he is born, someone else can hold and comfort him, someone else can change his diapers and keep him warm; but, until he is born, only I can provide those things for him. He and I have a bond that he will never have with anyone else. I am his mother; a job that no one else can fill. It is my job to protect him. I can not imagine ever wanting to hurt him, or get rid of him.

When I watched the video called Crisis Pregnancy Center, I was irritated by the girl who said they were giving out false information like stating that 95% of women who have an abortion regret it. Who are the 5%? Sociopaths? What kind of hard hearted b—– lays on her back while someone murders her baby and then feels NO regret?

Then, I realized, people who think it’s okay to kill babies don’t believe that a person is dying. What do they think it is? I have no idea, but it is definitely something less than human in their minds. They think it’s like spraying pesticides on our vegetables to kill bugs – get rid of the pests so humans can make more money, and have more convenient lives. Wow! Just imagine, you used to be no more valuable than a bug.
If you can read this, you should go thank your mother that she didn’t RU-486 you.

So, I’m still plugging away at this assignment. And, I was done with the introduction and on to the other readings. I thought I was safe. I should have known better.
The kids wanted to share popcorn. It’s a great bedtime snack.
Well, that was a huge mistake!
As soon as I read “the fetus has grown too large to be vacuumed or scraped out…” I was running to the bathroom – it’s the whole visual thing –
Then, just when I think I’m okay, except for minor waves of nausea, I read the next paragraph, “In a DandE, the fetus is usually dismembered inside the uterus and extracted in pieces.”
Covering my mouth as my stomach heaves!
I have to remind myself that it’s just a pile of bugs that didn’t get hit by the pesticide in time, and are being ‘scraped’ off the veggies. What I see in my head is my 13 month old son, Noah, being sliced and diced like a graphic horror film. It makes me ill.
Then, I cry.
Then, I try again. I’m not one to quit. I’m desperate for the A grade. I can’t give up. I have to press on. But, it gets worse.
Bodies have bones, and when you dismember one, the bones get broken. The ends of broken bones can sometimes be sharp and puncture the uterus. GAG!
I may die before I finish this reading assignment.
Then, I wonder, what do serial killers think about when they are chopping up a body? Do they think of it as a person? Probably not. Maybe they think of it like bugs on veggies too.

This is my blog for WOST #5
As I’m reading the material for this week Girl’s Life Magazine: Repeat Body Image Offenders. May 16, 2009. and writing my summary, I am thinking about the magazine theme that demands consumers (specifically women) Get a Better Body and Get it Fast!
I realized that I’ve seen a variation on this headline on nearly every magazine in the checkout line at the grocery store every month for my entire life. So much so that I could even write them. So, here’s my resume to all the magazines that are supposed to be for women: I’ll write next years headlines for you:

January: Work off that Holiday Meal! Get a Better Body and Get it Fast!

February: Make your Valentine Happy! Get a Better Body and Get it Fast!

March: Spring Break Trip! Nobody Wants to See Your Big Fat Butt! Get a Better Body and Get it Fast!

April: Swimsuits Are On The Store Racks! You Don’t Look Good In Any of Them! Get a Better Body and Get it Fast!

May: Lose that Winter Weight! You Big Cow! Get a Better Body and Get it Fast!

June: Summer is Almost Here! Your Legs are Too Fat for Shorts! Get a Better Body and Get it Fast!

July: The Kids Want to Go to the Beach! Your Swimsuit Makes You Look Fat! Get a Better Body and Get it Fast!

August: Back to School Shopping! All the Clothes Make you Look Fat! Get a Better Body and Get it Fast!

September: The other Soccer Moms are Thinner than You! Get a Better Body and Get it Fast!

October: We Have Sexy Costume Ideas! You’re too Fat for Them! Get a Better Body and Get it Fast!

November: Thanksgiving! You’re a Pig! Get a Better Body and Get it Fast!

December: The In-Laws Are Coming! They Think You’re Fat! Get a Better Body and Get it Fast!

Well, on second thought, I’m probably too fat for the job.

This is my blog post for WOST210 week #4
I thought in light of what I’ve learned in Women’s Studies class, it would be appropriate to observe and comment on the sexist commercials shown during the Super Bowl.
We even had a Super Bowl Party – my daughters were with Gramma, so it was all boys at my house. We invited another family, and their sons to join us.
However, I am such a stereotypical girl – I haven’t watched a football game all the way through since high school – and then, I only watched because I was in the stands and there was nothing else to do.
At home, there were just too many things more interesting – sorry guys, I just don’t really care about the game.
I did watch a few of the commercials and saw the last few minutes, so I know who won.
Luckily, for me, there are plenty of locations online where you can view all the Super Bowl ads, and you don’t even have to watch the game – HA!
Now, I started with the assumption that there would be sexist elements since the target audience is beer drinking, chicken wing eatin’, home on Sunday afternoon men. Well, there were a lot of Bud Light commercials, and I lost count of the Doritos ads.
As I perused the readings from Chapter 4 of my textbook, I found a theme that began with the idea that men use sexuality to control women, and I said
Hunh-uh (See what happens to my college level vocabulary when I watch even a little football?)
I immediately thought of Eve, who was the only girl that Adam had ever seen and God made her especially for him, so you know he thought she had it going on… she talked the boy right into disobeying God. That theme, of women tempting men would carry on throughout history.
Solomon? Well, he was the wisest man ever, and yet, every time a pretty girl came around, he got talk into paying for another wedding. Then, she would convince him to build an altar to her god, and soon the whole nation was in trouble. All because of women and their seductive ways.
Bethsheba took a bath naked on her roof in the middle of the day, right where David was looking; next thing you know, he’s an adulterer and a murderer. That girl took off her clothes and he just couldn’t help himself.
So, anyway, about those commercials. Megan Fox poses naked in the bathtub, and wonders what might happen if she sends out her photo
SEEIT I wasn’t going to post links to the ads, but everyone else has, so here you go. A woman using her sexuality to convince men that they should have a Motorola, why? Well, just in case Megan Fox decides to send out a photo of her naked self, you wouldn’t want to miss it because you bought a Blackberry.
Danica Patrick lays on a massage table in nothing but a towel, while another girl rips open her shirt to reveal a tight tank top that says This is a link to because I bought my domain name there and I don’t have anything against them. You can see the commercial on YouTube and just about everywhere else on the internet.
I could go on and on about sex in commercials, but I think writer Matt Philbin does a darn good job of explaining it in his article about smut in the Super Bowl ads.
My point is simply that anyone who thinks men use sexuality to control women are crazy – we’ve been using it to control men for centuries. We flaunt our bodies to make them buy phones, drinks, cars, flowers, and domain names. We even have the power to make a man turn his back on God.

Update: 02/07/10 – I just got lectured about getting my facts straight from my husband who was a store manager until two years ago – Nowadays, McD’s employees have to go through training to teach them NOT to ask boy/girl. They are trained to say “Would you like a Barbie or a Hot Wheels.” It wasn’t this way when I worked there 1994-97, however, today’s policy is if employees are caught asking boy/girl instead of Barbie/Hot Wheels, they are supposed to be reprimanded and trained to ask properly. I stand corrected. See, I can admit when I’m wrong…”

Because I’m a homeschooling mom, I talk to my kids all day long about everything, especially the classes I’m taking, including this one.
So, today, my eleven year daughter and I were going through some old McD’s Happy Meal toys, and she recalled how the Hot Wheels were “boy toys” and the Barbies were “girl toys.”
This was something that I had noticed as well – I worked there after high school/before kids. We would receive shipments of toys, I specifically remember Hot Wheels/Barbie promotions, but there were others like it. We were trained to ask every customer, NOT, “would you like Hot Wheels or Barbie,” BUT “would you like a boy toy or a girl toy”
As we looked at the toys and remembered this, my daughter told me,
“McDonald’s is SO sexist!”
I think her comment is accurate. I think it’s great that Hot Wheels and Barbie toys are partnered together, so that customers have a choice, but who decided that they have be classified as ‘boy’ or ‘girl’ toys?
As I am reading the material for this week, it occurs to me that I’ve always been divided in my child rearing when it comes to this issue. I am raising my daughters to be Godly women and my sons to be Godly men. I want them to fulfill Biblical roles of wives and husbands. However, when it comes to toys, books, and activities, who cares?
I let them pursue whatever they are interested in; my daughter built a tree house, my son changes diapers, my daughter is in Civil Air Patrol learning to lead soldiers and taking ballroom dancing where the men always lead…

I recently received this essay by Erma Bombeck in an email. It has been around before, you you may have seen it before, but I thought it was worth sharing.

(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, ‘Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.’ There would have been more ‘I love you’s’ More ‘I’m sorry’s.’

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute.look at it and really see it . . live it and never give it back.

I didn’t put this in my summary because it is heavily opinionated. However, since I have this whole blog to write whatever I want as long as it pertains to what we are learning in class…
I’ll use this space to tell you what I REALLY think…
bell hooks claims that white middle class women who worked for the rights of equal pay and opportunity in the work place did so at the expense of lower class non-white women, therefore antagonizing the oppression against them.
In the very next paragraph she points out that “…depriving females of reproductive rights is a form of sexual oppression…” and concludes that anyone who opposes abortion supports sexual oppression and does not support the feminist movement.
She ends her article with a call to action in the movement to end sexual oppression. Her concern for the rights of women does not extend to the helpless female child that is victimized (murdered) by abortion. That female, in the opinion of bell hooks, has not yet earned the right to have her rights protected, and since she’s been murdered, she’ll never get a chance to even know that she could have had rights.
How do we ever get equal rights for all people, when we continue to discount the rights of a specific population? I oppose abortion, and I guess that means I’m NO feminist!

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