The ongoing Political Musings of a former (now Stray) Yellar Dawg Dem.
This is a Feminist Blog, in the tradition of Susan B. Anthony.
"Just Tell Them...
I have worked 40 years to make the Women's Suffrage platform broad enough for Atheists and Agnostics to stand upon, and now if need be I will fight the next 40 to keep it Catholic enough to permit the straightest Orthodox religionist to speak or pray and count her beads upon."
Susan B. Anthony
Monday, December 22, 2008
Growing Pains in The PUMAsphere? The New Agenda Takes Flight....
Wow. I am so sorry to see infighting amongst a group with such powerful potential as The New Agenda. But, then, it’s not unusual… When strong minded people get together they are bound to disagree on some things. I prefer to call that "growing pains."
I'll continue to stand by Harriet Christian … a folk hero of HUGE import for the future of blue collar Feminism.
And I'll also stand behind Amy Siskind …as she spearheads this new, communal, voice for Feminism in Politics. For my money, it is possible to support and respect both sides. Plus, it is critical that we not start eating each others limbs off… as the Obots are now doing over the Warren pick.
Let's choose our battles, ladies! We are in for a long four (maybe eight) years. We are going to need each other.
In "real life" Dawg is a mom, a nurse, a pet rescuer and a tireless advocate for animal rights.
Dawg is happily married for thirty years and has raised three awesome children. She holds an advanced degree in Family Science, wherein her research was focused on women's support circles during parturition. Her dedication to Women's Rights is directly affected by her belief that motherhood should not be a sentence to isolation and disenfranchisement.
Dawg is on hiatus from political bloggery d/t the intense demands of her engagement in the No Kill movement at this time. However, she remains influenced by PUMA politics and reads the blogs of her fellow PUMAs (at right) regularly.
Thanks for the Visit, all you Stray Dogs and PUMAs!
"Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave.