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
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
"Real Feminist Series" Part Three: Todd Palin
As fate would have it, it's really not all that hard to find photos of REAL Feminist men (and women) doing REAL things, for the cover of your Feminist Magazine.
Take a look at Todd Palin, for instance, feeding baby Trig so that his wife (who just happens to be the Governor of Alaska) can give her "State of the State" address.
Now I realize... feeding a baby and listening to your wife give a speech is boring, and unglamorous. You don't get to wear a Superman Suit.
But, ya know what? That's where the real work of liberating women happens. In the trenches, so to speak. So says Greta and I agree.
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.