Hi, 50's single, starting college, passionate, strong, meek as a lamb, writer/artist, who loves Sci-Fi and obsessed with Blair Brown.
I believe in Geena Davis and her campaign to give women and girls an equal voice in the media; to stop the oversexualized images and replace them with women of strength, intellect and in higher level jobs. We do take up 50% of the population, not 17% as Hollywood says!!
I believe in http://www.seejane.org.
I remember vividly how Lucy was spanked, denied the right to work or manage her own money or have any say in her own life. Most women were like that when I was growing up. I remember the violence toward women throughout TV and movies back then and no one complained, they laughed. I remember a particular episode of The Three Stooges where they bent a woman over and tied her down, filled a gun with nails and shot her in her butt with dozens of them, then took a 1" thick paddle and beat her on those nails in her bottom. People thought it was funny. It still makes me sick to my stomach.
I believe in http://www.change.org and http://www.chimeforchange.org. I believe in giving women over 40 an education after they've taken care of everyone else like I did. I'm 58 and although I got a few classes here and there, I still don't have an Associates Degree. I start school in the fall of 2013. When I was young I knew I was meant to be a writer, having started at age 12 after being a voracious reader for several years. I typed on the old Royal and Underwood typewriters. At 17 I went to my guidance councilor about a way to go to college when we had no money. She told me that girls like me didn't go to college. We were needed to work in the restaurants and stores so those nice rich people would have a place to shop. I said but I want to be a writer. She said there wasn't much call for that around here. I was the first in my family to go to college and get a few courses, when my son was 10.
I believe in Health and Justice. When I was pregnant I was very ill and in alot of pain. I had pain in my legs which were damaged in childhood when I had TB, and I was dying from Hystoplasmosis. I did my own research, treated myself and saved my own life and that of my son's. My doctor said there was nothing wrong with me except I was pregnant and not married.
Two years later I had this cutsy blonde in a brand new car, hit me straight on. My car was ten years old and shared by three households. It was our first family car and I was 22. I got the steering wheel rammed into my lower abdomen and was numb from the waste down. My neck and head hurt from earlier, undiagnosed problems. The deputy sheriff asked the blonde what happened and she lied and said I pulled out in front of her. He never asked me what happened. He grabbed me by my arm and dragged me to the ambulence and wouldn't allow them to help me in. I kept saying I didn't cause the wreck: My back is broken. We got to the hospital where the blonde and deputy ran their mouths to the arrogant doctor. I laid there three hours, nothing to brace my neck and back. He walked in and said aren't you ashamed of yourself. I said for what. He said for causing all this mess and hurting those nice people. He glanced at me and discharged me saying there was nothing wrong with me. I went back repeatedly for pain, numbness, the inability to get one leg to move in front of the other, and had peritonitis which could have killed me in itself. I was turned away every time. I tried many other doctors in VA and other hospitals. In case you don't know, once an emergency room doctor says there's nothing wrong with you, no other doctor or hospital will touch you. Well doctor jackass says there's nothing wrong with you. It was 1977. Four years ago in another state, I finally started getting medical examinations and treatment, a whole spinal xray. I have a crushed neck which is fused in the bottom half and a busted and dislodged lower back, spinal stenosis in several places including the root ganglia. It was too late for surgery. Doctor said if I had received surgeries and physical therapy at the time, I would have needed two years worth, but I would have lived a perfectly normal life after that. A perfectly normal life...I have no way of imagining. I can't think like people who have no pain. I can't think of how it would feel to live and do just what I wanted, instead of having to analyze every tiny thing each day to see what I might be able to do...or not.
You know I don't care if I'm not the body size men want. I don't care what men want. We're not meant to all look alike. You know how I know that...because we don't. We're still beautiful. I'm over 40...over 50...heading to 60. After 40 no men want us because we are so full of wisdom and strength, we won't put up with their bullshit anymore. Jobs don't want us and will push us out in favor of the young girls. TV, movies and other media don't want us when we are at our peak in intellect, job experience, job performance, an exquisite sensual beauty and we know who we are and we know what we want. I want to see women my own age represented in media as well as in higher professions. I want it known that women are smarter than men, have larger brains to prove it, have sections of our brains that men don't even have...AND we have the strength, seriousness and perseverance to prove it.
My doctor says there's no medical reason why I'm alive, much less walking. God got tired of waiting for man to do their jobs, so he lifted me up himself.
I AM ALIVE. I AM STILL HERE. I'M A GRANDMOTHER OF 3 TEENAGERS. I WRITE SHORT STORIES, POETRY, PLAYS AND WORKING ON NOVELS. I PAINT IN OILS. I'M GOING TO GET MY ASSOCIATES DEGREE IN LIBERAL ARTS, THEN TRANSFER AND GET MY BACHELOR'S DEGREE. I AM NOT DEAD.
I AM SHORT, FAT, INTELLIGENT, SERIOUS ABOUT MY GOALS. I WILL WRITE PLAYS ABOUT OLDER LADIES THAT WILL BE ON BROADWAY IN NYC. THEY WILL HAVE LOVE SCENES. WE DO HAVE ORGASMS UNTIL WE ARE IN OUR 90'S. MEN ARE THE ONES WHO CAN'T AFTER 40 WITHOUT VIAGRA. ALL WOMEN NEED IS A GOOD LOVER OR A GOOD VIBRATOR. WE'RE HERE. WE TAKE UP HALF THE SPACE AS WOMEN, AND AS OLDER WOMEN, WE TAKE UP 65% OF THE SPACE.
STAND UP WITH ME AND BE COUNTED AS A BEAUTIFUL, EQUAL, INTELLIGENT WOMAN...40+, 50+, 60+, 90+ Stand up with me and we will hold each other's hands until all women have the shields they need to walk through the muck, the abuse, the arrogance...until we make it where God intended for us to be all along. God gave us all talents. Let's stop men from taking them away. God gave us breath, let us breath for each other and hold each other up.