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Monday Musings: How women are treated

I have a file on my computer labeled, “How women are treated.” If you open it up, it’s 67 pages of links to stories dating back to February 11, 2017. That’s roughly 13 pages of links per year of how women are still treated like lesser people. I keep telling myself I need to write a long, eloquent piece explaining how anyone who doesn’t seem to be a straight, white male is treated in society, but my list of links keeps growing.

I stumbled upon the screenshot a couple of days ago on Reddit and felt the need to single it out. I’m not going to be eloquent about any of this shit.

Stopping sexism is everyone’s responsibility

My cap collection – Preston North End (football/soccer), two Antonio Giovinazzi caps (Alfa Romeo F1), a McLaren Cap (F1), and a Lando Norris (McLaren F1) winter hat.

Long-term readers know the only television I watch is Formula One racing. Before I knew I had PTSD, it helped me through some rough times and continues to do so today. I don’t know the latest popular television shows, bands, or movies, but I can describe to you in detail how Carlos Sainz’s car caught fire last weekend. Over the past two years, F1 has become more popular around the world, due in part by owners Liberty Media and the Netflix series Drive to Survive. One of the problems with any sport growing in popularity is the unsavory elements seeping in, creating problems most people condemn, but do little to change.

Monday Musings: The power of the rainbow in F1

Formula One’s Seven-time World Champion Lewis Hamilton has a unique streak going on right now. Every race in which he has worn an LGBTQ+ helmet, he has finished on the podium.

They won’t stop until all women are chattel

I’m finding it difficult to find the words to speak right now. Each time I pick myself up and look for a rational way to move on, those who wish to control me push me back down.

Of rage and despair and a right to speak

A small statue rests in a field in western Nebraska.

I sat behind my computer last Friday waiting for the latest installment of Supreme Court decisions. I do this regularly during each session to see what the court has ruled on.

I opened a tab to the Supreme Court website where decisions are posted, then opened another tab to the SCOTUSblog website, where a live text feed is available when decisions are handed down.

Abortion: what we can do

I’m still trying to process the reality we now live in after the Supreme Court made it official and took away a vital right for women. I’ll be writing a post in a few days about my thoughts and feelings, but, I wanted to put up something which might help others who may be seeking an abortion or who may want to support people who are seeking an abortion.

With sorrow

All of the Supreme Court’s decisions this term has removed protections Americans fought hard for and believed was settled law. The activists on the bench were put there for this very decision today. Roe and Casey are overturned.

They don’t care

I’ve been thinking a lot about this post from Reddit last week and thought I would share as I feel kind of voiceless right now about a lot of things. It states a lot of the things I’m thinking right now.

An open letter to Gov. Pete Ricketts and Sen. John Stinner

This morning, I sent emails to Nebraska Governor Pete Ricketts and my state representative, Senator John Stinner. Last month, the legislature narrowly defeated a bill that would have banned abortion in the state. Since the SCOTUS draft leak, Gov. Ricketts has been making the rounds in the media indicating he may call an emergency session of the state legislature to try and pass the bill again. He would like to ban all abortions, without exceptions for rape and/or incest.

I can rage on the internet all I want, but these two men are my only hope for abortion to remain legal in the state. I don’t know if my letter, my words, or my story would sway them to reconsider, but I had to try.

Trying to be yourself without offending anyone

Dec. 1, was a good day. I spent my time with a friend in northwest Nebraska. I took a lot of pictures, had great conversations, and new stories to tell. Then, Dec. 2, happened. It was the kind of day that pulls the rug out from under you, upsets the apple cart, and destroys whatever good was going on in your life.

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