Day 20: Rage Quit
We all get angry about one thing or another. Maybe a boss pissed you off and you almost quit your job. Or perhaps you hit a road block in your relationship or marriage and decided to call it quits. Describe a time in 2012 that made you so upset or angry that you just wanted to hit the delete button on someone or something.
Many of you know that I am a proud, self-proclaimed feminist. I have always been a proponent for women’s rights, whether it is in terms of reproductive health, equality in the workplace, or protective services. So when the government tries to take away those rights in any sort of way, I get very fired up and angry, and my feminist rage comes spewing out.
This year’s feminist rage is brought to you by the House Republicans’ decision to get rid of the Violence Against Women Act. Since 1994, VAWA has allowed the federal government to investigate and prosecute perpetrators of violent crimes against women. Sounds like a no brainer, right?
Wrong. Because the Senate added immigrants, the LGBT community, and Native Americans to VAWA in April, folks in the House were not a fan. And so, VAWA has been eliminated. I’ve been following the action on a series of Jezebel posts: here, here, and here.
This political BS is what gets me so angry! How is trying to help more women a legitimate reason to vote against something?! Shouldn’t immigrants, the LGBT community, and Native Americans be protected just as much as the next woman?!
Of course this doesn’t apply to just VAWA, but to the bigger issue at hand here. I have read books such as Alice Sebold’s Lucky, Duarte’s If I Die in Juarez and Kristof and WuDunn’s Half the Sky that relay the horrible things that happen to women every day. And so many of us just turn our heads and do nothing about it. Then there was this infographic from the Washington Post, called “the saddest graph you’ll see today” that details the number of rape cases that go unreported. This sort of stuff just turns my stomach into knots and literally makes me sick.
I am going to disclose something very personal and say that I am actually a survivor. It happened a really long time ago, and it took a lot of therapy, but I’m fine now and so I won’t go into much detail about it. So knowing what it’s like for a woman to go through such a horrible ordeal is what fires me up and make me want to do all that I can to help other women survive and thrive. I’ve been strongly involved with the V-Day movement, performing and directing in productions and raising money and awareness. I must admit that the final push toward the Ph.D. has prevented me from getting as involved in the last two years as I would like, but I have always been a supporter. And I will forever be a supporter.
I’ve decided I’ll close with the final paragraph of “My Angry Vagina” from The Vagina Monologues, which I think is fitting because a) I performed this piece at UMD in 2010; and b) it fits today’s prompt of anger and rage. But I wanted to end with this because it shows that I don’t necessarily want to be angry. I don’t want to keep being pissed off about the atrocities happening to women. I want equality and fairness and justice for everyone, albeit your race, ethnicity, sex, gender, sexual orientation, preference, etc. So perhaps this can give us a little hope that maybe some day in the future, all women (and men too!) can be safe and happy in all aspects.
My vagina helped release a giant baby. It thought it would be doing more of that. It’s not. Now, it wants to travel, doesn’t want a lot of company. It wants to read and know things and get out more. It wants sex. It loves sex. It wants to go deeper. It’s hungry for depth. It wants kindness. It wants change. It wants silence and freedom and gentle kisses and warm liquids and deep touch. It wants chocolate. It wants to scream. It wants to stop being angry. It wants to come. It wants to want. It wants. My vagina, my vagina. Well…It wants everything.