I had this post 3/4 written two weeks ago. I was going to get up on my glittery soapbox and rage against the ignorant, self-righteous, hypocritical machine that often is the Republican party and this Republican presidential ticket when it comes to women and the issues that affect them. The words “back the f— off my uterus” were in the second paragraph.
But then, last night, I watched the first half of the Half the Sky documentary, which is based on the beautiful, heart-wrenching and life-changing book of the same name by Nicholas Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn. Half the Sky investigates the personal and political challenges and sufferings of women in developing countries. Issues like sex trafficking and genital mutilation. Gang rape and familial beatings. Girls stolen from their homes and brothels full of pre-teens. Things that you want to believe don’t exist. But they do. Oh, they do. And yet these girls — these women who hold up half the sky — they persist. They survive.
The stories of the women featured in the documentary reminded me that screaming about Republicans being bad guys trying to take away my access to contraception or the right to my body (not to mention the continued absence of rights to my gay friends) doesn’t get us anywhere. Might make me feel a little better, but it doesn’t actually do anything. It doesn’t change any opinions or open any minds. It doesn’t evolve our positions. It doesn’t educate.