A New Day

Wow--I was upset last night and I've had the day today to recharge and revisit the situation and after this time and reconsideration--I'M STILL FLAMING PISSED!

Rick Santorum has a position that is the poison that will continue to guise the importance and value of the invisible market that women sustain/maintain--the market of care, those pesky little matters of the heart that often get in the way of "real" life, right? So he is on the side of sending mothers to work--well, only if they don't have husbands, he wouldn't dream of sending a "companioned" woman to work--single mothers must work, let's be clear. Then this woman will qualify for assistance with child care--the government will pay for someone else to watch her children--just not her.

It's going to take mothers standing up and demanding recompense. As if a mother has enough hours in the day to advocate for a job she's not sure she's even doing correctly with the constant state of schizophrenia that the media keeps us in--this diaper, that diaper, this cereal, that cereal, this discipline, that discipline, stay at home, choose day care--the messages are the drug that keeps us numb to our plight and keeps us flailing around to do better and be better instead of having that split second to say wait a fucking minute here--YOU NEED ME!!!!

Wow--if mothers only knew just how much this world needs them--oh, it gives me chills to consider the possibilities. If that patriarchal foot lifts just enough for mothers to see the light above them we are in for a revolution. And we need a revolution don't we, it's been a while.

How can we possibly mobilize mothers? It's not as easy as calling out the troops--these troops have traveling companions that need more than a carrier and chow. These traveling companions are the future that we depend upon to replicate and perpetuate this gigantic crap machine that works so well to marginalize it's mothers.

It is certainly worth considering--what if a mom made more than a pro-basketball player or an A-list Hollywood actor or a rich, spoiled, blonde who stumbled upon success and notoriety because of her last name--what would this world look like?

Here's an exercise for the mind--put mothers in the ideal position within society: venerated, esteemed, valued and central, then work backwards to present and tell me, how did we arrive?