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Make sure you’re ready to take the phrase “I don’t want to” out of your vernacular according to Phyllis Schlafly.

According to the “home-making”-psuedo-politician, women having happily participated in nuptial vows can not, by the very nature of the contract, be sexually assaulted by their husbands.

By getting married, the woman has consented to sex, and I don’t think you can call it rape.

Really? I suppose we should go one step further and theorize that when you get married it’s not up to you anymore whether you have kids or not as well.

The logic behind this astounds me. Not to mention the inner hackles that get upset when reminded that there really are people out there fighting for ideas like this.

I especially enjoy her ‘educated opinion’ on women with both children and a career…”While Schlafly said she has no problem with women raising a family and pursuing a professional career, she said they can’t be done at the same time.”

I wonder what her family thinks about all the idealist traveling she does for her ’career’? 
 

That the artist singing the song doesn’t probably know either about some of these things (and not that I know personally about all of them either); but despite my distaste of popular culture, I really like this song:

"Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
You’re not better than me.
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We’re not dumb and we’re not blind.
They’re all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don’t know nothing ’bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You’d never take a walk with me.
Would you?"

Artist: Pink

Composer: Billy Mann

You should listen to it here…(because it also has the Indigo Girls…and I heart them a whole lot)

If I hear the Monster Mash one more time today on the radio I will actually poke my eyes out with whatever is handy…most likely a pen.

When I say that it is ‘Painful To Watch’ (Feministing). And I agree that painful and sick as it is that this is what goes on, it’s important.

Be sure to watch the video that they post with it; but only if you aren’t easily upset or shocked.