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So Sixpence None the Richer have done a cover of "Don't Dream it's Over". They took what was a lovely ballad and sucked all the life and emotion out of it. Rather like Whitney Houston's cover of "Colors of the Wind". I just sighed when I heard it this morning and have been playing the Crowded House original in my mind ever since.
The songs of my youth are being "covered" now, I feel so ancient.
And my computer at work is misbehaving again. If I had a baseball bat I'd beat the thing down to its component parts, and then I'd stomp on those for good measure. The system is either "ok" or it's dropping network for no goddman reason at all. And even ok is starting to piss me off. I'm sure some people would label it "quirky", to me it's more "If you don't cut this shit out I'm going to heave you out the nearest window!".
Grrr.
And what was one of the first things I read this morning? Here's a little hint:
Chipping Away at Roe
Well, looks like the fundies are getting what they want after all. Excuse me while I find a nice quiet, secluded place to vomit.
There, much better.
I could spend the morning posting links here, begging you all to read up on the subject, sign petitions, do something...but I'm just too heartsick to do it. I'll wail to the heavens tomorrow, today I need to think about what this means to me, what it means to my future. It scares me, I won't deny that, it sickens me, it makes me angry too.
I grew up knowing my body and my reproductive organs were my own, to do with as I saw fit. That may no longer be entirely true. I can't be trusted, apparently, with my body's own ability to create life.
It's just one procedure, many will say, but it opens the door, and what's beyond that door should terrify every woman of childbearing age. And if you don't think about this, don't educate yourself, don't work against what may be coming, then you will have no one to blame but yourself when you lose the right to choose.
The songs of my youth are being "covered" now, I feel so ancient.
And my computer at work is misbehaving again. If I had a baseball bat I'd beat the thing down to its component parts, and then I'd stomp on those for good measure. The system is either "ok" or it's dropping network for no goddman reason at all. And even ok is starting to piss me off. I'm sure some people would label it "quirky", to me it's more "If you don't cut this shit out I'm going to heave you out the nearest window!".
Grrr.
And what was one of the first things I read this morning? Here's a little hint:
Chipping Away at Roe
Well, looks like the fundies are getting what they want after all. Excuse me while I find a nice quiet, secluded place to vomit.
There, much better.
I could spend the morning posting links here, begging you all to read up on the subject, sign petitions, do something...but I'm just too heartsick to do it. I'll wail to the heavens tomorrow, today I need to think about what this means to me, what it means to my future. It scares me, I won't deny that, it sickens me, it makes me angry too.
I grew up knowing my body and my reproductive organs were my own, to do with as I saw fit. That may no longer be entirely true. I can't be trusted, apparently, with my body's own ability to create life.
It's just one procedure, many will say, but it opens the door, and what's beyond that door should terrify every woman of childbearing age. And if you don't think about this, don't educate yourself, don't work against what may be coming, then you will have no one to blame but yourself when you lose the right to choose.
