I’ve been in a tizzy over the anti-woman campaign that has sprung up via elected officials. For days I’ve tried to write a decent-sounding post. It’s hard to do when my mind races off in a hundred different directions. Because so much crap is being aimed at us.
I’m just waiting for the memo telling all working women to return to their homes so the men folk can support us like God has intended. Followed by the memo to not worry our pretty little heads because it’s making us unattractive.
Then I got The Phone Call.
By the way, we never ever answer our land line if we don’t recognize the number. All we get are telemarketing calls. But I was expecting a phone call and answered.
Too bad for Raja Krishnamoorthi, because that phone call cost him a vote. Maybe two if I can rile Jim up into a tizzy also.
The person on the other end of the phone asked for “James,” which was a sign that this wasn’t a waited-for phone call. When I explained that Jim was at work, the young man told me, could you please let him know we would like his support of Raja Krishnamoorthi in the March primary.
That was all. Ummm, I am quite clearly an adult woman. But the young man didn’t ask for my vote for Mr. Krishnamoorthi. He wanted me to give Jim a message…apparently not caring about my vote.
Except I am the political one in our family. I am the one keeping up on the issues. I am the one researching local candidates, picking out the best ones to vote for. I sure as hell share that information with my husband.
I am the one who has the time to be political. I am the one who cares deeply about some issues.
But Mr. Krishnamoorthi’s representative just lost my vote. And planted the seed for this blog rant. And I will tell my neighbors this story. I will tell strangers on the street in my district this story.
This is not the time to ignore a woman, Mr. Krishnamoorthi. Not in my world, anyway!
PS I have the young man’s telephone number on caller id. We could call bomb him to help change his approach…just kidding. I think…