I Think it’s Going to Rain Today

A long time ago, when the earth was still flat, I was dating a guy.

A guy who had introduced me to his parents and siblings and, shockingly, still wanted to be with me. Then came the real test: his sister’s wedding.

That’s where you meet the rest of the family. Anyone would feel tension at this point. But, I was a Christian woman, plunged into a very Jewish world. New territory for me, and I was feeling pressure.

How much?

I’m in a luxury hotel, at a beautiful, flower-drenched wedding and I’m keenly aware that there is only one other sista on the floor. And she is carrying a tray.

That, my friends, is pressure.

This is where I intend to impress the extended family. Among them, a feisty old lady that was my boyfriend’s grandmother. She weighed maybe 90 pounds, had paper-thin skin, a piercing look in her eyes, and a well-timed potty mouth. I loved her instantly.

Skip ahead two years, and I’m engaged to the same guy.

We’re visiting his family in Florida again, and there’s a big family dinner at a local restaurant.

My future brother-in-law proceeds to tease me in the fashion I’m told is customary for siblings. My fiancé’s young cousins are talking my ear off and I love it. Near the end of the evening, his grandmother quietly pulls me aside.

“Now that you’re going to be family, do you mind if I give you some advice about marriage?”

I don’t think I have ever been so keen to hear another person’s opinion in all my life.

I quickly surmise that this tiny, little woman in front of me has survived The Depression, The Holocaust, World War II and 50 years of marriage and family. And she wants to advise me?

Yes, I think I will shut the hell up and listen.

It’s advice that I hand out to my soon-to-be married friends…

(What, I’m going to give it away on here for free? Getouttahere.)

Over the next decade or so, I see her and her husband at family functions and we talk a little bit. They tell me about their vacations, the crazy things their kids did, how they love being grandparents, how bee-you-tee-ful (her pronunciation) their great grandson is. And every time I saw her, before we said goodbye, she’d leave me with a hug, a kiss and a dirty joke. So help me, she made me blush every time.

The last time I see them together, they are looking… less feisty. I hug them both and wait for my joke. She gives me the punchline, I blush and hug her gingerly before saying goodbye.

About a year later, she loses her husband of 54 years.

Today, my husband let me know that she finally went to be with him.

Now, I have to cling to the memory of that last laugh and that careful hug. It has to sustain me, for who knows how long, until we see her again.

Rest in Peace, GG Deli.

You lived long. You’ve earned your rest. And I pray you’re with your Louis again.

What Would You Do?

There’s a kid in his high school, who’s having some difficulties. A bunch of guys start ragging on him about his learning disability and what they’ll do to him. He is hit, and mocked and demeaned every day. Every day for MONTHS. He starts to get depressed. He loses weight. His school seems… unwilling to provide a way out. His mother is worried and there seems to be no course of action for him. So, this kid in Pennsylvania catches his bullies in the act with the power of technology, and the school charges the victim with wiretapping.


Okay, somebody explain this to me. The kid and his mother approach the school, saying he’s being bullied. School says they need proof. Kid GETS proof in the class, presents it with parent to the school and the school charges HIM with disorderly conduct and wiretapping. Is it just me, or does that pretty much entrap him?
He has no evidence, he can’t stop the abuse. He presents evidence to the school of said abuse happening on campus and he is ordered to erase it BY the school and charged with a felony on top of that.
Am I crazy, or does that sound like the school board is protecting the aggressors? Or, are they just trying to pretend that this kind of behavior does not happen on their campus?
I’m really trying to get how attempting to protect himself has somehow landed this kid in WAY hotter water than the jerks who’ve been abusing him. This is the very definition of “damned if you do, damned if you don’t.”

Pennsylvania law says that all parties of the recording must sign off on being in the recording to be admissible. Umm, am I wrong in assuming that a bunch of teenagers know enough to say one thing and do another, if presented with this option? Who’s going to co-sign this and then proceed to torment the kid, same as any other day? Who came up with this rule?!

Perhaps this hits a little too close to home for me. Like most kids, I faced my share of bullies, but back in the day, everybody was at fault.
If they hit me, they were in trouble for hitting. If I hit back, I was in trouble for not coming to the school and everybody’s parents would get called.
And you fought. You fought back, because your only other option was just to let it continue to eat away at your soul. My mother was a big proponent of, “if someone hits you, you hit them back.” Then again, my mother also knew that when she was in school, anybody messing with her would have to answer to her mother, father and 11 siblings. When you have a baseball team readily available to defend you, you don’t really worry about support too much. Current schoolyard policies prohibit that behavior, big time. So, what is this kid supposed to do, huh?

My father, on the other hand, was more of a “Daddy’s going to HANDLE THIS” sort of guy. He was a very hands-on protector. When he found out I had become afraid to walk to school because of a bunch of boys, he was all over that. This was not a man concerned about litigation. He just had to come to my rescue once.
Word got out quick.

Wait till I tell my daddy on you.

Wait till I tell my daddy on you.


But, those days are long gone. Were I in the same position as a teen now, not only would my dad be on trial for threatening a minor, all my business would be on line for random strangers to join in on the feeding frenzy. Hitting back would mean I and my mother would be sued by the parents and the school administration. It’s looking more like these rules are being put in effect to protect the abusers, not the abused.

So, what exactly do you do when no one’s there to protect your back? That’s the kind of thing that pushes kids to do some serious damage to themselves as well as others. And then everyone else stands around, going “What went wrong?”
If someone could tell me what he was supposed to do, I’d really appreciate it.

There’s Always a Woman

So, a friend of mine just posted this on her FB page.

The problem with Black “It” Girls

It focuses a bit on Lupita N’Yongo being the girl of the hour, as Oscar Night approaches. I mean, why not? I haven’t even seen “12 Years a Slave” yet, and I STILL know who she is. Why? Because, Sista is FLAWLESS in public!
From her voice to her carriage to her fashion to her skin (LUMINOUS!) She has done NO WRONG in this awards season! And she’s doing it all without the assistance of a net (weave, that is.)


Seriously. She is just… FIERCE!!

But the main question of the article kind of irked me. The author asked, point blank, does Hollywood only allow one Black actress to shine at a time?
Next question?

Look, this ain’t news, but the thing is, when ANY actress is labeled an “It” girl, she’s got an expiration date stamped on her. And if her next 2 movies don’t live up to the hype, the audience will sour on her like bad milk, and she’s gone. And, as in most cases of well, everything, a Black actress’ span of time with the crown lasts, roughly, until the release date of her next project. And if it doesn’t “wow” the audience or the critics, it’s back to the salt mines of featured day players, with some infomercials on the side, for a lot of them.

Is Hollywood fickle? Duh!
But we can’t discount the general public’s hand in this, either. Because, what we love to do, as a celebrity gossip-hungry society is build up and then tear down. Like toddlers with wooden blocks, who patiently wait for someone to build a tower of popularity and good press, just so they can kick the foundation and gleefully watch the devastation afterwards.
We build up a particular person in the public eye until they are THE BIGGEST STAR IN THE WORLD. And that’s when we start looking for ways (rumors, relationships, drugs, conjecture) to bring the whole thing crashing down on our little social guinea pig. And there is ALWAYS some hungry little starlet, just waiting to take her place.


Or push her down the metaphorical elevator shaft.

White or Black, an actress in this enviable, and yet treacherous position will start to feel the heat in no time at all. Remember Megan Fox? Can anyone name a movie she did after the Transformers gigs, where she was a standout? Anyone?


And as much as Anne Hathaway was lauded for her performance in “Les Mis,” she was simultaneously ripped apart online and in the papers, by random people who found her annoying and insincere. Her greatest triumph, completely undermined by public opinion that she’s “too polished”. They hate her, they’re just not sure why.

And hell, if there IS a Black “It” girl out there everyone’s talking about, it’s a step up. But sadly, the article makes the point that no matter how much chatter goes on about these women (a lot of whom are, in fact, phenomenal actors), it NEVER translates into more doors opening for Black actors in general. Why?

Honey, please don’t ask me. I’m still stalking Actors Access, looking for some featured day work.

Bridge Over Troubled Waters

Welcome to the post-holiday edition of:

DUMBASS of the WEEK (week, week, week)*
Got a lot to talk about, so I’m just going to jump right in.
Oh yeah, Happy Christmas, Merry New Year, I missed you, too, every holiday trope, ta-da.

Chris Christie
Okay, so it’s like this.
I no longer live in New Jersey, but for nearly all of my formative years, that was my home.
Only certain aspects of it do I miss, and I am not anxious to head back anytime… at all.
However, I cannot deny that through it all, I am a Jersey Girl.
I was raised in Jersey City. I went to high school in one of the all-girl Catholic schools in town. If I’m not mistaken, the rivalry betwixt the two continues to this day. (What up, Snob Hill!)
Like it or not, we are Jersey, and all that title encompasses.
Loud, opinionated, explosive, just a little crazy, with a touch of hood rat, and if you mess with Jersey, it WILL come back to bite you in the ass.
So, in light of Gov. Christie’s intimidation tactics, I need to see a little retribution come his way.
For him to say that he was “outraged” was expected.
To see him fire his scapegoats, uh, staffers, was textbook. He wants to be President and someone has to take the blame.
But, to announce to the state and country that he is quote, “Not a bully,” when there is overwhelming evidence & documented footage, showing him being precisely that, is beyond ridiculous.
Boy, please. You revel in tussling with people. Not just reporters, but teachers, soldiers. Hell, random people on the street are not exempt to your forked tongue.
They’re not quite bon mots, but you try. Bless your heart.
You thrive off of this. You have cultivated your own reputation of being the guy who tells everyone, “Sit down, shut up, you’re a moron.” Now, you’re trying to tell us that not only did you not know about the bridge closures, you were hurt that your trust was misled and that someone in your administration would employ such tactics, fueled by pettiness and vitriol.
Where could they have picked up such nasty habits?


Gray’s Papaya
Strangely, the Christie mishegoss doesn’t make me as angry as this does. Maybe because the Christie thing wasn’t a surprise.
As a Jersey City teen, when I wanted to go out with friends, we hopped on the PATH on weekends and headed straight for 9th St. Back in the day, when the Village had all of the shops your parents would be loathe to know you frequented. Trolling up and down 6th Ave. to Astor Place and back. To the bookstores, the vintage clothing hangouts and the displays of pure Shoe-topia. (Loved walking into Funhouse.) And when you’re young, broke and hungry, only one place could help you out: Gray’s Papaya. When you’re a starving artist, meeting with others of your ilk for a brain-storming session, you scrounge up $3.00 and get yourself a couple of dogs with the onion sauce & some mustard. When you have been out clubbing with your friends, it is 2:00 am and you feel like splurging, you get the recession special with the pineapple or papaya juice (those cost a little extra.)

So, to suddenly be blindsided (Sorry, Christie) with the news that the institution that is Gray’s Papaya on 6th Ave. closed, was devastating. I couldn’t possibly count the number of hot dogs I have devoured there in my youth. Were they healthy? NO! But they were the perfect cure for hunger pangs.
And now, it’s gone. No warning, no nothing, it’s just… gone! A New York landmark, for crying out loud. To be replaced by a juice bar! It hurts me. There’s only one left now, the original location on the Upper West Side. And according to EaterNY, we can thank their landlord for deciding for hike up the rent to the point where they simply could not stay. Yes, it’s prime real estate, but this is a stand alone, authentic NY experience. For the natives, it’s a comfort. For the visitors, it’s a welcome. For the kids who dream of one day living in the Village, it’s a rite of passage. And now, it’s gone, thanks to possibly the (new) greediest jerk in the city.
P.S. Yes, all of New York hates you.

Christian Stoners
But of all the things that have ticked me off in the news this week, this is without a doubt the most sickening.
Pastors Kevin Swanson and Dave Buehner of Colorado were on their Generations radio show, bemoaning the decision of Rose Bowl parade organizers to incorporate a gay wedding on one of their floats.
I understand that they are homophobic pastors and that’s what they do, but dude…
It’s a parade.
The entire thing is all about fabulous design and stunning floats, mainly comprised of flowers. Did you really think gay people were not involved before this year?
But instead of letting it go, they take it 9 steps further by musing about how the committee and audience would feel if they introduced a float in the parade, staging a gay person being stoned to death.
Well Kev, I’m guessing they’d feel the same way anyone would feel about ANYONE BEING STONED on live television. HORRIFIED.
It’s statements like this that reaffirm my belief that the “War on Christians” is complete bunk. You don’t hear gays and transsexuals discussing stuff like this in private conversations, let alone on the air. “You know what would be fabulous for Pride? If we got a random, devout Christian and hanged them in the middle of Christopher St.”
Then, for some reason, they tried to “cushion the blow” by suggesting they just re-enact a stoning by throwing flowers at them.
How many times have they seen “Jawbreaker?” Just wondering.


Look, if you have not gotten the message yet that gay and lesbian people are human beings with the sole agenda of being able to live their lives without shame, denigration self-hate or I don’t know, the constant threat of DEATH hanging over their heads, then I don’t know what to tell you.
They’re not out to get you guys, okay? First off, pastors like you rejected these kids ages ago. They’ve mostly learned to accept themselves for who they are, and your opinion of what God wants them to be has been taken into consideration. It won’t dictate their lives, but they don’t bother with you or your indoctrination. You don’t understand them, you won’t accept them. They know that, they’ve made their peace with it.
Second of all, no offense, but you guys are not hot enough for them to want you. In any sense of the word.




Gay men and women are not minions of the Devil. Move on.
Now, of all these dumbass moves of this week, Christie is surely one of the dumbest. No one believes he was “unaware” and in the grand history of NJ political strong-arming, this deal is relatively tame.

But I have a feeling this is just the tip of his Iceberg of Stupid, so I’ll wait until it all spills out.
No, this week, I award the crown to our biblical stoners.
Good job, guys.
Way to make Christians look unreasonable and ultra-violent.

Oh, and special honorable mention goes to the pastor in West Africa who proclaimed himself capable of walking on water (just like Jesus) and taking his congregation to the beach to watch him do it.
Yeah, that did not end well.

* My echoes need work. I realize that.



Y’all remember last year, when a friend of mine was twitter-abused by a bitter actor?
He’s back!

He’s posted a tumblr page about my playwright friend and labeled it king duncan the douchebag.


No, I will NOT be posting the tumblr page and giving this fool traffic.

I took a look at this, because Duncan just finds this funny as hell.
I, however, am puzzled.
How are you going to think to yourself, “what I really need to do for my career, is fixate on one rejection from a year ago and make as much of a show of it as possible?”
And he tries to turn it around and blame HIM. “He took it the wrong way,” “It was innocent”, “I was being jocular and facetious.”

No, you’re just being redundant and, well… infantile.

Are you reading the same exchange I’m reading?
Because I’m reading someone trying to get a reaction out of the playwright.

YOU started the exchange.

YOU started the name calling.

YOU begin several attempts to bait him, justifying the original decision to stay as far away from you as possible.

And YOU claimed to have better things to do, yet after a year, you posted this page.
I’m pretty sure actors who are that good and that busy, don’t have time to do this mess.
The playwright, I’m sure, had forgotten all about you.

Oh, but that’s the point, isn’t it?

Let me guess: that week when your posts were everywhere in what NOT to do as an actor was the most popular time of your life, wasn’t it?
Your name and Twitter action was at the top of many lists, and you thought doing this would get it going again.

Well, congratulations, Pumpkin.
I’d never seen an actor sink so low and honestly thought you’d hit rock bottom.

Clearly, I underestimated you.

Send in The Clowns

Good heavens, my children.
I’ve been away from you for so long.
I promise you. Dolly will never go away (for that long) again.

A LOT has been going on.
I got to do a web series, a film and world premiere musical of an Aristophanes comedy…
Oh, and I got a cat. Well, the cat became a permanent fixture in the house.

It has been a while since I’ve done this, and I missed out on a great deal of head shaking, cringe-inducing stupid.
But true to form, people keep churning it out! Like, sausage. YUM.

So, please welcome this week’s final four for:


In fourth place, Bryan Fischer.
It’s gotten to the point where I just roll my eyes whenever I hear his name. This dang near gave me a seizure.
He’s assuming a great deal at this point about what the founding fathers had in mind when they said freedom of religion.
Here’s the thing, though. It’s not really up for interpretation. When they say freedom of religion, they didn’t mean just your church.
Or just your denomination or even JUST YOUR BELIEFS.
Are you seriously suggesting that in a room full of men from all points of a still developing country, they all had the exact same theological bent? Really?
Oh Bryan, you’re the reason mommy drinks.

In third place, it’s a tie between the Lincoln School of Science & Technology in Canon City, Colorado… & R. Kelly.
The Lincoln School receives this distinction for suspending a 6 year old boy for kissing a 6 year old girl… on the hand.
Now, this boy isn’t exactly an “angel”. He’s been in trouble before for rough housing, as well as… kissing a 6 year old girl.
Same one, mind you. He IS in a committed relationship, after all.
But the principal brought up the concept of sexual harassment to the mother! For a six year old.
At which point, the boy turns to his mommy and asks, “what is sex?”
I’m sorry, but from the point of view of a woman who is ever vigilant in the war against sexual advances & unwarranted touching, I have to say, “OMG! Relax!”
They’re babies!
They will never, EVER be this innocent again. Don’t treat him like a criminal for something little kids do without motive or intent.
Basically, unless he shoved his tongue in her mouth, or threatened her position as juice monitor if she didn’t let him kiss her hand, it’s not sexual harassment!

R. Kelly, on the other hand…
Well, let’s just say he brought this on himself.
He went on his Twitter account and announced he would answer fan questions under the hashtag, #AskRKelly
He really shouldn’t a done that.
In no time at all, questions regarding his sexual proclivities came, ahem… flooding in. (I am so very sorry. Won’t happen again.)

One of my personal favorites:
Carlos Claus asked:

But I believe Optimus Fine stole the show with:

Oh, R. Kelly, you poor, poor schmuck.
You was counting on selective amnesia, wasn’t you?
Sadly, like Pepperidge Farm, Black Twitter remembers.
(But seriously, go read them because I have not said, “OH, SNAP!” this much since ninth grade. LORD!)

In second place, Fox “News” anchor Megyn Kelly, for this little nugget of wisdom.
Had she literally said, “Rest Well, little white children of America. Santa, like Jesus, has always been and will always be white. You’re safe now. Go back to bed!” she would not have sounded any dumber than she did last night.
For the moment, let’s ignore the fact that history AND science has already theorized that historically accurate Jesus (New Testament sold separately) most likely looked more like Aziz Ansari than Owen Wilson.
Just put that aside for a second.
Let’s also get past the idea that, for some reason, she thought KIDS would be watching her show. Whatever.
I haven’t even read the original op-ed piece yet that started this mishegoss, but I can tell you I understand her frustration. I’m not sweating it much, (and I will NEVER back the notion of Santa becoming a penguin) but I get where she’s coming from.
But to say in a conspiratorial whisper to the camera, “Don’t worry, kids. The myth we’ve been feeding you is not only real, it’s still reserved for white people,” is… I have no words!!

And apparently, neither did the putz at Number One.

Who’s surprised that this guy tops my list this week?
At a ceremony, celebrating the life, love and activism of Nelson Mandela (or, if you’re Dick Cheney, canonizing a “terrorist”), a stranger got on stage, appearing to be signing the ceremony for the hearing impaired.
Yeah, he really wasn’t.
His defense? He doesn’t remember it.
I mean, he doesn’t remember doing the thing. at all. He was shown footage and does not recall it happening.
Then he claimed he was off from his normal signing, because of his schizophrenia.
Yeah, he’s not really schizophrenic.
Now, he’s declaring that the incident was a result of hallucinations and hearing voices.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am QUITE sure something is wrong with dude.
But, what I want to know is: how was the entire South African government asleep on the job when this dude walked in and stood right next to President Obama and every other leader of the world?
No credentials checked, no vetting system, no nothing. How did no one notice?!
And this guy, now identified as Thamsanqa Jantjie, was simply an affront to the entire deaf community!!
Apparently, he was part of a company contract. A company that, as of now, no one can find.
He has claimed that he has signed many times before, without incident.
Clearly, he’s forgotten all about the complaint that was filed against him by the Deaf Federation of South Africa. Last year.
I honestly don’t know who to blame on this one: the interpreter, the administration, the supposed “company,” who?!
This should have been about a man who sacrificed everything for the country he loved and the people for which he fought.
Instead, we’ve got our ears and mouths are full of… nothing but sound and fury, I suppose.
Ultimate, international FAIL. *sigh*

Good Lord, and this was just the past four days!!

Make Friends with the Truth

Over the past few weeks I’ve been working on a show.
I haven’t really talked about it, not because this is something I’m not liking. Quite the opposite.
I just know that the timing won’t be convenient for anyone to come see it. It’s not something groundbreaking or huge for my career. But it is something that is affecting me.

On Wednesday, I opened in a production of Singin’ Wid a Sword in my Han. You’ve most likely never heard of it. And this will be presented in libraries across Harlem, so there will be no fanfare about it.
I’ll be playing a slave.
Well, a slave will be principal among the parts I play in the show.
And I doubt I’m the first Black-tress to have initial reservations on playing such a role.
I think of Cicely Tyson when I reflect on it.
Miss Cicely is the picture of dignity and pride for a Black actor. Over a career spanning what, 50 years, she has never played a slave, a maid or any of the roles that used to be meant strictly for us.

Every actor knows Hattie McDaniel said, “I’d rather play a maid than be one.” Yeah, it pays more, but others like to judge you because of it. So, I was hesitant when this role first came up. And yes, being paid for it was part of the convincing to take it on. But after the reading the story, I kept asking myself, “don’t the people in these anecdotes of history deserve to be heard?” The stereotypical slave dialect, (which was really just the way most people talked then), the “yassuh” and working in the fields. All of it is history we “know,” but we desperately don’t want to be reminded of.
These are the things I’ve been wrestling with.

But there is (as always) SO much more to the story than that. More than just the shame-inducing stories of rape and abuse and sub-human treatment.
These were people of a stock that found ways to not just survive and endure. They took that scraps they were thrown and made quilts.
The books that were used to punish them, they took and turned it into knowledge.
And they took the pieces of the past that they were adamantly denied and somehow, weaved them into a future, stretching FAR beyond anything any of them could see.
That’s what I take away from this. And I have the cast, the author and the director to thank for that.

I would do this play again in a heartbeat, and pray that maybe this time, I’ll do it justice.

Move On

Stop worrying where you’re going. Move On.
If you can know where you’re going, you’ve gone. Just keep moving on.

So, you may have noticed that I have taken down my band page.
There’s a very logical explanation for that.
I’m not in the band anymore.

For the maybe, 12 people who know, I have been with The Icky House Club for the past 5 years. And I’ve been enjoying singing with my friends for some time, in between stage shows and family time.
At times, it has been hectic and crazed, but I loved it.

But for the past couple of months, I haven’t loved it.
I mean, it has been fun, but somewhere down the line it stopped being enough. For a while, I couldn’t understand why.
Then I got to do a show in Connecticut over the summer and I kind of got the picture as to what I was missing.
I was missing the boards. I missed doing plays and musicals.
The camaraderie of a cast. The sure hand of a director. And a script and sets and scores.
I missed all of that.
A lot.

I chose and my world was shaken. So What?
The choice may have been mistaken. The choosing was not.

That’s where my heart truly lie and I wanted more of that.
I wanted to move forward in my career as an actor, not as a rock star.
Let’s face it, I’m no Joan Jett.
(Why Joan Jett? Because she will never NOT be badass. Good ahead, try and picture her non-badass. I’ll wait.
See? Can’t be done.)

It was a difficult decision to make, but in the end, we came to the conclusion that we’ll all be happier if I get to be an actress and the boys get to be a band.

So, I wrote all of this down to say, I’ll probably work with the guys on and off in the future, but as of now, I’ll be looking for more acting work, theater or otherwise.

You know that feeling you get when you’re having a great time, but there’s that turning point? That moment just before the realization that “I’ve stayed too long at the fair?” That moment came.
I’ll miss the band stuff, but when it’s time to go, it’s time to go.
I have a new direction, so I need a new road.
I’m moving on.

And that’s all there is to say about that.

I’m Just a Lucky So-and-So

I live deep in the world of struggling actors, and it is a world. (Seriously, we could secede and start our own country.)

And every once in a while, we beat the odds just a little bit and get the ever elusive job. And when that happens, we want to do everything we can to KEEP that job. Especially, when nothing has been signed, filmed or guaranteed.

Once, long ago, I got a job and lost it in a matter of a week, before I so much as stepped into a rehearsal. Long story and it’s easy come, easy go, I guess. But ever since then, I’ve been very superstitious about work.

So far this year, I’ve gotten a couple of jobs that have made me happy AND given me the experience I need. And now, there’s one in the works that I’m going to be so excited about… when I can actually say something about it. 🙂
I can only hope there’s more on the horizon.

I am ashamed that THIS woman is so simple

Y’all knew I couldn’t let this fool woman get away, right?

Dear Jodie Laubenberg,
You have NO. CLUE. as to what this is about, have you?
You get on the House floor, you object to any and all exceptions regarding rape and incest and you defend that by claiming the exemptions are not necessary since when you go to the hospital, they give you a rape kit, that “cleans you out.”
Yes, apparently, they just attach a hose to a pump and flush all of the icky stuff right out. Easy, peasy.
Because after all, since YOU have never been raped or been the victim of incest, YOU are the standard by which all women should be measured. And since YOU couldn’t possibly EVER get yourself into a situation like this (because after all, these women really brought this on themselves, didn’t they?), EVERY woman should be just. like. you.

Well, that’s a very… interesting sentiment, Ms. Laubenberg.
Tell me, when they covered things like rape and sexual assault in your human biology or sexuality class, were you absent?
Did you skip that day in class?
Or maybe you sat in the back and didn’t actually pay attention because, hey, these scenarios didn’t apply to you.
Maybe you just opted out of class or, you know, the past 50 years of human development and you just didn’t know.
It’s possible.
It’s also possible that you just metaphorically stuck your fingers in your ears and blocked out all communication about the atrocities “other” women face.
But see, those “other” women didn’t have that luxury of blocking it out when they were being raped, sodomized or generally assaulted (over 200,000 per year). After the attack, only a tiny portion of those women actually work up the guts to go to the police to report it (46%). The “rape kit” is put together for the sole purpose of gathering evidence to identify their attacker (only 3% of which ever see the inside of a jail cell). It’s used in the prosecuting case, if the case ever makes it to court and the victim does, in fact, decide to prosecute (9 out of every 100).
And if they then are in the horrific position of being reminded of their attack every. single. day with a pregnancy (5% of victims), YOU want to subject them to further shame and scrutiny and tell them they can’t choose their own fate, no matter what.
But YOU never had to do it, so YOU speak for ALL women of Texas. Isn’t that right?
My guess is, you were trotted out by your male constituents to say, “See? It’s not just us. This woman speaks for YOU and YOU want the same things SHE wants.”
I can’t even bother to be glib about this atrocity.
Rep. Laubenberg, you’ve helped sell out all of the women in your great state, without knowing a blessed thing about what they have to go through.
Hope you can sleep, knowing that.