I’ll tell you up front that you are really lucky I stumbled across this song, because I saved you from what I was going to post (this throwback, (un?)surprisingly sexual boy-band song from like, 2002). I went out for happy hour last week and the bar had this Massive Attack song playing. Being as I’m always on the hunt for new, non-embarrassing music, I asked the bartender who the band was. I know it’s the height of un-cool to not know every hip band, but you forget I once lost my shit over George Michael’s eyebrows. And Ace of Base.
And of course, I would be remiss to let today pass without noting its significance. Today is election day. Voting is such an important right, I don’t care who you vote for (okay, that’s a lie, I totally care, don’t be an asshole and vote for the rich white guy who doesn’t care about 47% of this country) as long as you get out and vote. My earliest memories are of standing in the voting booth with my mom and having her stress the importance of using our voice as women. I’ve refrained from getting political on my blog because that’s not what it’s about, but today is a monumentally important day in this country’s history. I am voting for Barack Obama, because I have a uterus and a conscience and because I am phenomenally better off now than I was 4 years ago. I am grateful for what he has accomplished in the last 4 years and excited about what he can do in another 4. And because of the Affordable Care Act, I cannot be denied health insurance because of a weird esophageal disorder I didn’t know I had. Because of Obamacare, a friend of mine undergoing chemotherapy can’t be denied coverage or capped at a lifetime benefit. I am pro-choice, pro-gay rights, and pro-not-being-a-Republican. How could you vote for a party that has tried to define “legitimate rape” and said “rape babies are a gift from God” as a means to legislate morality from a fictional book about a mythical man in the sky and chip away at my reproductive rights? I can’t, not in good faith. I don’t believe in God. I certainly don’t want a President who would force his God into my everyday life, or worse, into my body. That’s what this election has become. The economy matters little to me if old religious men can tell me I have to carry a rape baby to term. And for that, I’m voting for Obama.