I’ve had the time of my life following this election – meeting Hillary a few times on the campaign trail, buying boxes and boxes of political pins to distribute to my friends, having real meaningful conversations with people about why #ImWithHer. And while there’s a lot at stake here – and a very scary man threatening to use his political power for personal retaliation – there’s still some fun to be had in this media circus.
With that in mind, I present this gem – in an alternative universe, these folks might make a good “Dancing with the Stars” team!
From my first Clinton rally in the 90s
To my college days canvassing in Western Mass
To hitting the streets again eight years later
I’m not afraid of having to work hard for something – and someone I believe in.
And neither is she.
This is the world we’ve been given. The problem we have the honor of solving. The people we get the privilege to help.
And as these are the cards – the feminist, intelligent, compassionate, strategic, joyful, inspiring cards – our deck is stacked with
DEAL ME IN!
So proud to watch history unfold tonight and so ready to watch the glass crumble to dust when we smash through that ceiling in November.
All eyes are on the small slice of the world that I call my home state. The New Hampshire primary is in four days, and after close races in Iowa – on both sides – things have reached a fever pitch here.
Of course, I’m home to get in on the fun. On Wednesday, dad and I trekked out to a local middle school to see not just Hillary, but Gabby Giffords and Mark Kelly by her side.
If Gabby hadn’t been shot in that parking lot in Arizona, we could have been talking about when she was going to run for President. Instead, five years later, she’s still in rehab and stumping for the candidate she thinks will beat prevent future tragedies. Her new line: “Speaking is difficult, but in January, I want to say these two words: MADAME PRESIDENT.”
I agree, Gabby, I agree!
So this weekend, I’ll be out, walking through the freshly-fallen snow to knock as many doors as possible and convince as many Hillary people as I can to show their support on Tuesday (no matter how cold it may be!). I believe that she will win – and I’m going to put all my energy into making that a reality!
Hope to see you on the campaign trail!
One year ago this week, I was at our lake house in New Hampshire, sobbing into the picnic table about the injustice of the Supreme Court’s Hobby Lobby decision and the way it would harm the lives of women across the country.
But this week, SCOTUS is back on my good side – my great side. My pro-healthcare, pro-equality, pro-love side. And I am ready to cry for joy, instead.
Because look at this:
This map shows where in the US gay marriage is legal. And the answer is EVERYWHERE.
Think about what that means for the happily engaged duo who were trying to pick from a short list where to have their wedding – and who now can marry in any single state without complication.
Or the person who is about to leave this country and their love behind because their marriage doesn’t come with immigration rights.
Or the couple who have been together for 60 years and are worried that when they get sick, they won’t be allowed into each others’ hospital rooms because they aren’t technically “family”.
Or the kid, who today, can go home and dream of their own wedding without barriers – knowing that no matter who they love and where they live, they, too, have a shot at a “happily ever after.”
All each of us want is equal dignity in the eyes of the law. And today, millions more people got it.
From Justice Kennedy’s majority opinion:
I love politics (though not when people can’t get over their petty stuff and insist on standing in the way of progress just for the sake of being jerks…). Still, even a shutdown can’t stop my excitement for the upcoming Massachusetts special election to fill Senator Ed Markey’s seat, especially because:
- One of the great guys running is a real progressive who has stood up for women, equality, and justice his whole short life
- He’s also married one of my good friends over the weekend (and threw one hell of a wedding!)
- He has the cutest, most honest and endearing campaign ads ever
He may look like he’s running for class president, but he’s the real deal – Carl Sciortino is going to be great for our Commonwealth and
our country. Vote for him on October 15!
“At what point must a female senator raise her hand or her voice to be recognized over her male colleagues in the room?”
Texas State Senator Leticia Van De Putte never got her answer last night, at the end of the filibuster started by Senator Wendy Davis in protest over restrictions that would make it even harder for women in Texas to get legal, safe abortions. Instead, the crowd erupted into cheers, which lasted well after midnight, well after the session ended, and well into the night as protests continued to rise over misinformation that said that SB5 had passed. This morning, we’re learning that the bill failed – whatever lame reason the Lt. Governor is giving notwithstanding, we live to fight another day.
But before we more on to equality and climate change and all the other ridiculous problems we need to solve, I want to answer the Senator’s question:
Stand up today, and don’t sit down until we have equality between genders.
Raise your hand immediately and don’t put it down until you’re satisfied that women’s lives won’t be the subject of petty political bickering.
Shout your opinion until you’re hoarse and you’re being taken away in handcuffs just for asking that women get to have rule over their own bodies. Then, shout it again from your jail cell until your sisters come to bail you out.
Stand in long lines to vote, stand on street corners to collect signatures for your own political run, stand arm in arm as they try to carry us away and deny us our right to protest.
One of my colleagues hit it home when she said “I wish I could imagine a world in which a bunch of women stand around desperately trying to legislate control over a man’s body, but I honestly can’t.” I’m done being a second class citizen, done with having someone make my decisions for me, done with this patriarchal bullshit. We can do better.
Please join me in supporting EMILY’s List to put more pro-choice women in office – and stand now, tonight, and tomorrow toward the equal future we all know is possible.
To the world, you may be one disruptive phonebanker.
But to a 101-year-old woman, you may be her ride to the polls.
Yesterday was the primary for the special Senate election here in MA, and I knew I wanted to volunteer for a bit before trivia. After getting some mixed directions from the campaign HQ, I was ready to give up and just consider my vote to be my contribution for the day. But as I was getting ready to leave work, my coworker convinced me to actually go to Central Square, find the office, and see if the people there could give me some calls to make.
“Fine,” I said, thinking that I would just hit the local thrift shop if I couldn’t find the field office.
Instead, I not only found the field office.
I was able to make 30 minutes of phone calls, contacting 20+ people (thanks to a dialing system that just plugs you into numbers, no dialing needed on my end!).
I was able to help someone get a ride to the polls in the last half hour of voting.
And that voter? She was 101-years-old.
And she got mentioned on the front page of the Boston Globe thanks to this Twitter post. (ProgressivePabs is the cool campaign worker who helped me coordinate the ride!)
I was a dedicated campaign volunteer before, but now I’m more determined than ever not to miss an election day. Just imagine how many elderly voters might be sitting around, eager to vote but without a ride to the polls. Just think of how many people you can reach in those final 30 minutes. And just know – if you can’t find the field office, there’s probably at least a coffee shop or a thrift store to make your trek worthwhile.
Oh, and that race? We totally kicked butt. Now on to the general!