I made a lot of promises to myself last January and broke almost all of them. I said I was going to put my goals first, that I was going to chase them, fight for them. And I haven’t. Chasing the thing you want is terrifying. If anyone tells you it isn’t hard than I don’t know what they’re selling but I’d please like some. As a chronic people pleaser who likes to be useful, it’s much easier to put others first. I’ve spent most of 2017 underneath the water, sunk into a malaise that I feel very responsible for. I don’t take enough risks. I don’t work hard enough. I sleep too much. I’m too sick. I waste time. I’m a talentless hack. Every aspect of my life feels tenuous and unstable: my career, my finances, my living situation, my art. Student loans threaten to end me. I can’t seem to actually make a decent salary with the constant uptick in all of our expenses. If only I could go without food. And time keeps getting away from me. To paraphrase Virginia Woolf: My kingdom for some cash, a few hours of time, and a room of my own.
On Saturday, January 21st, I was proud to join the Women’s March for America in Boston, Massachusetts, in solidarity with millions of inspiring women and men across the globe. It was an invigorating experience that made me feel for the first time in months a fragile spark of hope for our future. I marched to support the rights of women, people of color, the LGBTQ community, refugees, immigrants, Muslims, and anyone and everyone that feels afraid or oppressed by our new administration. I marched because what is happening in this country right now isn’t normal and should not be normalized. But I’m also increasingly aware that politics and justice in the United States have always been far from normal or fair. I don’t really feel qualified to discuss politics. I feel like an impostor and a fraud, lacking the skills to speak authoritatively on any political subject. I’ve said this before. But I can’t be silent, even if I lack eloquence.
I’m white and I benefit from the privilege that comes with being white. I acknowledge it. I also acknowledge that there are people of color, LGBTQ folks, activists, immigrants, Muslims, refugees, and on and on that have been fighting a battle for social justice long before I have. I acknowledge that diverse voices are what we need right now. I acknowledge their stories are different than mine and I need to hear them. I want to listen to you and your anger and your sadness. I acknowledge that 53% of white women voted for our new president despite his hateful rhetoric and are complicit in not being able to see past their own self-interests and their own bubble. And quite frankly, that is some bullshit. Feminism is only useful if it is intersectional. Justice is only true if it serves ALL people, regardless of race, religion, creed, gender, sexual preference, and sexual identity. This is not a movement that should only benefit white women. This is about EVERYONE, especially those who are most vulnerable. Everyone has a different experience and that must be taken into consideration in our fight. Just because something doesn’t impact you personally doesn’t mean it’s any less of an issue. It’s very, very real for the people suffering injustice.
Often, I feel very powerless, despite the privilege I know I have. I feel very small and lacking. I’m working to educate myself and listen: to read diverse voices and accounts of American history and feminism. I’m trying to read good journalism and find the truth. I’m embarrassed that I don’t know more, that there’s been a lapse in my education when it comes to social justice, but I’m trying to fix it and become a better informed citizen and openly acknowledge my faults. I’m going to do what I can to serve all our people. And I’m sorry we failed you not just in this past election but over and over again throughout history. I’m sorry we weren’t there when you needed us. This system is so bent and twisted with systemic racism. White people are responsible for centuries of oppression, something that has never quite gone away no matter how many people want to claim that “racism is over now.” (Spoiler: It’s really, really not.) I recognize there are terrible, invisible institutions embedded in the foundation of this country that need to be confronted and dismantled before we can move forward.
It feels impossible to change people’s hearts and minds, to get them to see what they perceive as other as human. We’re all just blood and flesh and life. But people can be truly monstrous. Likewise, it’s hard to see the political right with anything other than fear and contempt, especially when it seems like all they want to do is hurt us and take away our basic rights. But the politicians serve us: the people. We are the people of this country, and people shape this nation if they are willing to work for it. And I am here to serve you, all of the people of these United States, however I can: marching, making phone calls, showing up, speaking out, calling out injustice whenever I see it, listening, learning, having hard conversations, handing out flyers. Whatever you need. I want to help.
I come to you humbly, acknowledging my privilege, and hoping for something better.
P.S. The Women’s March has put together a political agenda entitled 10 actions for the first 100 days. I hope you’ll join me in resisting and taking action together: https://www.womensmarch.com/100/.
I’ve spent the last couple months or so agonizing about whether or not to get an IUD (an intrauterine device). If you’re not aware, an IUD is a little bit of plastic or copper they place in your uterus to prevent pregnancy. It’s one of the most effective birth control options out there. To be honest, I’m not entirely comfortable sharing personal details about my reproductive health choices with the Internet, but I feel like this is something a lot of people I know are going through and I wanted to add my voice to the conversation. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I have been on the birth control pill for about 10 years. And it’s fine. I don’t love it. I don’t hate it. I have a permanent alarm on my phone to make sure I remember to take it. (9 PM, destroy all babies.) I’ve been thinking about switching to an IUD for a number of reasons. I’m curious if it will alleviate some of my moodiness (as I know birth control pills are loaded with a lot more hormones). I’m also a little worried about being on the pill for such a long time and what that might be doing to me. (Though I’m also of the attitude if it isn’t broken, why fix it? So many questions.) But mostly I’ve been constantly meditating on this because of the current political climate in the United States.
There are a LOT of dudes in government that want to take away my access to birth control. They want to make it more expensive and harder to get. The last few years I have spent zero dollars on my birth control. This is thanks to the Affordable Care Act (seriously, thank you Obama, you are the best), something the Republicans are desperately trying to repeal as we speak. Under the ACA, I get my birth control pills for free! I also, if I choose to, could get an IUD inserted at no cost to me. But I’m not sure how long that will remain an option. Because of my anxiety about whether or not to get one, I’ve hesitated. And now I’m worried it’s too late. If I got one next month, would I still be able to afford it? And if not, what will I do? There will certainly be a cost if I remain on birth control pills. Should I just do that? What if they try to take that away too? What if I can’t afford it at all? Why is this even a thing that I’m wasting valuable worrying space in my brain on?
Ignoring the mounting political chaos, from what I’ve read and what I’ve spoken to my health care providers about, there are a lot of benefits to getting an IUD. So many women sing its praises: shorter or no periods and super duper effective at preventing pregnancy (even better than pills). You set it and forget it. Wham, bam, no more cell phone alarms! I’ve heard the insertion process can be very painful, but it varies from woman to woman and the right cocktail of painkillers and anti-anxiety medication might ease that. Many, many of the stories I’ve read are women saying how much they love their IUD.
But the possible negative things I’ve read about are TRULY HORRIFYING. It could perforate the wall of your uterus and end up in your stomach and you’d have to have SURGERY TO GET IT REMOVED. It could fuse with your uterus and you’d have to have SURGERY TO GET IT REMOVED. These are very rare occurrences (about 1 in 1ooo women). That’s 0.001%. It’s very unlikely, but it does happen. And the accounts I’ve read are harrowing enough to give me pause. Also it’s very effective at preventing pregnancy but only if it remains in place. From what I understand, if it falls out of position (which is possible), you could get pregnant, so proper maintenance is key. There’s also a risk of ectopic pregnancies (i.e., when a fertilized egg stays in the fallopian tube and not your uterus) and that could potentially kill you. Again, this is highly unlikely, but POSSIBLE. I’ve read some women don’t like the hormonal ones (it made them ill or worsened their acne) and some women don’t like the copper one (it made their life a nonstop Carrie). The possible cons are very real and very scary, but also fairly unlikely (or so I keep hearing).
I’m not sure what to do. Currently, I’m looking at the Mirena, which is the 5 year hormonal option. I’m pretty scared about all the possible risks and am very afraid it will hurt horribly, but the benefits are pretty amazing so long as I’m not the 1 in 1000 women. The one thing I am certain about is that I want to make sure I have access to adequate and affordable birth control options. I take birth control not only because I want to prevent pregnancy but also because I suffered for years from difficult and extremely painful periods, something I really do not want to go back to. So currently I have a bunch of leaflets from my gynecologist and an open invitation to make an appointment, if I so choose. And I need to choose, soon.
I’d love to hear your stories and any advice you might be able to offer. Feel free to comment or shoot me a message!
The new year is always kind of a letdown. It’s new! But everything feels the same. This year in particular I am wary, bordering on hopeless. I want many, many things. I make lists. I’ve started a bullet journal. I plan for a future that seems to be getting farther and farther away from my reach.
I find it difficult to speak eloquently about the issues facing our country and our world. Who am I? Just one citizen, armed with a New York Times subscription and a liberal Facebook echo chamber. I’ve been doing my best to educate and inform myself, but everything moves so quickly. I feel vastly unqualified.
The political situation in the United States has been a test of my compassion. I read about people who may lose their health care and people who still remain uninsured. I read about hate crimes. I read about fear. I read about women fighting for their rights, our rights. I read about the danger to our climate and environment. Everywhere around us there are vipers, dangers close at hand. Since the election’s close, I’ve felt a constant state of crisis. It’s paralyzing. It might sound insincere, but I worry about everyone. These stories tug at my heart and cause a tightness in my chest. I’m just concerned and I don’t know what to do with those feelings without letting them swallow me up. It’s difficult to see the people on the other side of the aisle complexly when I can’t understand why they’d want to pass legislation that would do so much harm. Why can’t they see? Am I missing something? Is it me? It’s tempting to just unplug and retreat.
But that’s not really an option now, is it?
I have publicly announced my One Word for 2017 to be “Fight.” This term has many applications. Personally, I want to fight for myself and my desires: my career, ambitions, and future. This means prioritizing myself, even when it feels like it isn’t the right thing to do. I have a tendency to accumulate projects, specifically other people’s projects. I am a pretty good manager. I like to help other people get things done. I take a great sense of pride and accomplishment in that work and dedicate myself fully to what I do. But I want to have something that is mine, where the stakes feel higher, and where I care so very deeply because it’s mine. This might mean having to say no to certain projects, which isn’t something I’m good at. I hate feeling like I’m letting people down.
There are projects I’d like to complete and work I’d like to do, if I just gave myself time and permission to do so.
I want to fight for this country, whatever that entails and whatever I can contribute. I know I come from a more privileged position than some people. I hope I can use whatever influence I might have, even if it is very small, to guide this country in a better direction, even if that means calling Congress every week or marching up and down all the streets of Boston in the cold or just saying something when I see an injustice.
Today I was sitting at my desk, listening to Michelle Obama speak publically for the last time as First Lady. As I listened, I wept, silently wiping away my tears. What a gift the Obamas have been these last eight years. I came into my adulthood just as President Obama was first elected. I want to be strong and hopeful. I don’t want to be afraid. But I am. It’s so hard not to be when it feels like so much is at stake, when I fear for myself and millions of strangers. In the face of so much unknown, we will just have to keep trying: be vigilant and wait and see where we can be useful and what we can accomplish.
It’s hard not to feel like the world is in peril. So many of my personal heroes have died this year. American leadership is questionable at best (and downright devious at worst). As this year comes to a close, I have not felt merry or bright. I’ve spent the last few months feeling small and hopeless and afraid for the the future.
This has not been a great year.
While it feels like the end of the world, it isn’t. Probably. And good things DID happen this year and will continue to occur in small and large ways, I’m sure. These days I often find myself overwhelmed by fear and doubt of whatever is to come. It feels natural, almost reassuring, to lapse into paralyzed grief. But instead I want to fight. I want to read about all the things I do not know, to educate myself and make myself a better and more informed citizen. I want to help those who cannot help themselves and protect those at risk. 2016 was a disaster, but 2017 will have its own series of battles. Instead of wallowing, I vow to fight back, whatever that entails, and I beg for the strength to keep going when everything gets hard, as I know it will.
I’m not going to dwell on the bad things that happened this year. We all know them. We lived them. Drumpf. The election. The loss of so many great artists: Alan Rickman, David Bowie, Gene Wilder, Anton Yelchin, Prince, Leonard Cohen, Carrie Fisher, among others. War and horror in Syria. Black lives lost over and over and over. Terror attacks. Gun violence. Hatred. Homophobia. Racism. Misogyny. The list goes on.
Instead, I’d like to look back at what good I was able to find in an otherwise very difficult year:
I turned 25.
I watched Singing in the Rain and O Brother Where Art Thou? for the first times.
We had many lovely friends over for brunch and dinner and games.
I finally finished Gilmore Girls just in time to watch A Year in the Life (I loved it).
I invested in replacing all our bulbs with CFLs.
I tried to say no to projects that weren’t bringing me joy.
All my friends came over and dyed Easter eggs at my house.
I successfully explored New York City on my own.
I SAW HAMILTON WITH THE ORIGINAL BROADWAY CAST (minus Jonathan Groff).
We saw Sarah Koenig and Julie Snyder talk about Serial at Symphony Hall.
Got to go to PAX East.
I helped run the very small Cambridge Community Comics Arts Fair.
We saw a special screening of Don’t Think Twice with a special Q&A with Mike Birbiglia and Chris Gethard following. (I also met Mike and he was very kind.)
We went to Neil’s cousin’s wedding and it was just so beautiful and I’m so glad I got to be a part of it.
PODCASTS. All of them. What a glorious time for radio.
I ran a successful Kickstarter campaign that raised over $18,000.
I was a second round reader for the Ploughshares Emerging Writer’s Contest.
I visited my dear friend Ross for a summer weekend in New York and we saw WAITRESS on Broadway.
I apparently wrote “God help and forgive me I want to build something that’s gonna outlive me” at least three separate times in my diary.
I was the Managing Editor for Boundless, which is a real book I helped publish.
We threw what may have been the best summer house party of all time.
We drove out of state to a casino to see a free Hellogoodbye concert.
I was stalked by house centipedes (I know this doesn’t sound like a good thing, but I really learned a lot about myself and my relationship with insects with too many legs.)
I work with some of the best people on Earth.
We went on a Pacific Northwest tour of Portland, Oregon; Seattle, Washington; and Vancouver, British Columbia and got to catch up with some truly amazing friends.
I ate SO MANY gluten free treats. I made a lot of them myself.
I get to eat apples again (in reasonable quantities).
I started playing Vampire: The Masquerade with an absolutely phenomenal group.
Neil and I celebrated four years together by watching Wolf Children and eating cookies and strawberries and drinking wine.
I saw Built to Spill and Hop Along.
FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM.
I helped found Robot Camp, a comics collective.
I took care of a lot of people’s cats.
I helped plan, organize, and execute the 2016 Massachusetts Independent Comics Expo.
I printed my very first comic: CATSTAR (illustrated by the illustrious Olivia Li).
We finally caught up on Steven Universe.
I invested in multiple pairs of long underwear for the winter.
I am executive producing an audio drama podcast.
I saw The Scottsboro Boys, which was one of the most brilliant performances I’ve ever seen.
I made new friends.
I saw MOANA!
I had a Christmas that felt truly special for the first time in years.
I started reading the A Song of Ice and Fire series. Also known as Game of Thrones. (God, it is taking me forever to get through.)
If you want to see my full book list, click below. It’s a little small this year, but I’m hoping to do better in 2017.
You may have been thinking, where has Jordan been? The answer: Working on Boundless, a science comics anthology from the Boston Comics Roundtable that I’ve been editing. We just launched our Kickstarter for the project (link here).
Boundless is our love letter to science: a comics anthology that celebrates, explores, and infuses science into tales about our real (and imagined) world. Our goal is to present stories that are both informative and engaging, beautiful yet accurate, and ultimately compelling in their depiction of all the wondrous allure science so regularly brings to our lives.
The 200+ page anthology consists of over 30 different pieces from nearly 40 artists and writers exploring a whole host of scientific processes, technologies, methods, and historical moments in a number of fields including biology, medicine, physics, optics, and astronomy, among others. This anthology aims to examine the many facets of science as well as act as a tool for educating comics enthusiasts and science buffs of all ages.
Boundless is being produced and published as a part of the Boston Comics Roundtable, the oldest and largest community of independent comic creators and cartoonists in the Boston area, and an organization of which I’m a member. As a volunteer-based, not-for-profit organization, we don’t have very much funding, which is why we are turning to Kickstarter. Our goal is to raise enough money to pay our artists and writers, cover the costs of printing the book, and cover any marketing and Kickstarter expenses. The more we raise, the more our artists and writers can be paid!
We are also REALLY close to reaching the halfway point of our funding goal:
I’ve been grappling with what it means to be 25 in the weeks leading up to my birthday tomorrow. I feel silly that I even have feelings about it. I’ve gone around the sun one more time. I’ve done it this many times! Hooray! Nonetheless, I’ve got all the telltale signs of a self-diagnosed quarter life crisis. It’s hard to feel like turning 25 isn’t a big deal. I’m smack in the middle of my twenties and what do I have to show for it except all the preconceived expectations and notions I weigh myself down with? I usually love birthdays. Birthdays are about celebrating the year I’ve had, looking forward to whatever is ahead, going to dinner with my family, and feeding my friends chips, cupcakes, and my undying adoration/love.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten a little more introspective about my day of birth. With each advancing year, there is a nagging voice in the back of my head that keeps asking, “What are you doing? Where are you going? Why are you here? And why don’t you even know the answers to any of these questions? Shouldn’t you be doing something?”
I think it’s fair to say that I’m doing pretty okay as far as being a human person goes. I’m going into my fourth year in a job that I think I’m pretty good at and treats me very well. I’ve got a great, very engaged family as well as the most magnificent and glorious friends a girl could ask for. Neil is an amazingly supportive partner and one of the best people I know. I’m getting more creative work done now than I have since I was in college. I’m happy with most aspects of my life, but I still have this itch for more, but I don’t know exactly what that “more” entails.
Another year is coming to a close. I always get pensive this time of year. Time seems to be moving so much faster these days. I just hope I am properly taking advantage of it. In that regard, let’s take a look back at some of the highlights of this year:
I started watching Breaking Bad with Neil. I still haven’t finished because it’s too stressful to watch all at once.
Danced it up at Howl at the Moon.
I turned 24.
Played a LOT of board games.
The entire city of Boston was battered by blizzards.
I used a bath bomb for the first time and boy was it magical.
Neil and I were both sick on Valentine’s Day. It was gross and romantic. ❤
I did a little writing here and there, including finally reviewing the first draft of my tragically awful novel.
I passed on the winning fiction piece for a local emerging writer’s contest.
I worried about the state of our country and our criminal justice system. I still worry about that.
I watched a lot of Gilmore Girls but didn’t finish (yet).
We played a lot of DDR. Like a lot.
I sprawled on Liz’s couch and loved Mabel. Also loved Liz.
Bar trivia with the besties.
I listened to hundreds of hours of podcasts.
I had a god damn fiasco disaster trying to buy new glasses. Warby Parker failed me and my super blind eyes. I ended up at Spectacle in the South End and found a pair I really love. Thanks Paul. You are an amazing optician.
I met Laci Green. She is an inspiration.
I saw the Mountain Goats, They Might Be Giants, Hank Green, Sufjan Stevens (open weeping), Conor Oberst, and Desaparecidos in concert. They were all transcendent experiences.
Conor Oberst may have touched my hand.
I had a gastric emptying test. It was weird and long and came back normal.
I cut my hair short.
I had a bad reaction to the dye when having a MRE and it was absolutely no fun.
Neil and I started going to the Boston Comics Roundtable.
I saw Welcome to Nightvale live.
I couldn’t stop listening to 1989.
We visited Ross in Burlington and had glorious gluten free crepes.
I struggled with doubt and anxiety.
I said a lot of not so nice things about the Republican presidential candidates.
I attended the 1920s themed wedding of our friends Justin and Heidi at a gorgeous estate in Rhode Island. It was beautiful and so much fun.
I experienced the gluten free doughnut.
I vacationed a few days with Neil in Portland, Maine.
Neil and I rode bicycles around Peaks Island and explored an extremely creepy WWII battery.
I cracked my tooth eating kettle corn while my dentist was out of town and had to get an emergency crown. It cost an absurd amount of money.
Neil and I went to the Science of PIXAR exhibit at the Museum of Science.
I saw Inside Out and sobbed loudly in public.
I tabled for BCR at Boston Comic Con and TopatoCon.
I spent time with friends from back home.
We moved into an amazing and comfortable new apartment.
We went to upstate New York and stayed in a million dollar mansion.
I had an ultrasound. It was weird. I think I’ve had every test they can possibly do to look at the inside of your abdomen.
The antics of the Maine crew made me laugh so hard.
90% of the power went out in our apartment our first week there. I handled it just as well as could be expected.
Primark opened in downtown Boston. #bless
I started seeing a new nutritionist and PCP who really seem like a good fit.
Neil and I attended the first ever NerdCon in Minneapolis and I got to see my friend Abby.
I helped keep the exhibitors happy at the Massachusetts Independent Comics Expo.
I hosted my very first Murder Mystery Dinner Party.
I saw Libba Bray at Boston Book Festival.
I felt the Bern.
Neil and I were Bert Macklin and Janet Snakehole for Halloween and it was glorious.
I attended the Massachusetts Conference for Women.
I SAW STAR WARS: THE FORCE AWAKENS.
I got a Kitchen Aid for Christmas and cried.
I read 40 books.
And I’m sure there’s more to add: so many wonderful, little moments in a year. I wish I could have captured them all. I have big hopes for 2016. I am going to be a quarter of a century, which makes me nervous. I feel like there is so much I have yet to accomplish and so much I should already have done. But only time will tell.
Until next time!
If you want to see my full book list for the year click below (asterisk indicates graphic novel):
It’s been a rough week. I feel like there should not be any bits of lung left for me to cough up and YET I keep coughing.
I’ve been asking for this cold since late September. I’ve been nonstop since then: conventions, conferences, travel, parties. NONSTOP LIKE HAMILTON NONSTOP. As it turns out, one’s body does not appreciate that kind of abuse.
I’d like to give a shout out to sugar and dye free Robitussin and these menthol cough drops. Also Vicks VapoRub, Sudafed, and tissues. So many tissues. I sound a lot worse than I think I actually am. I’ve holed up in my house. I tried to go into the office on Wednesday but I passed out on the train, so that was unfortunate. Working from home has proven less tragic.
I don’t think it’s so bad. I *hope* I am on the mend. Lying in bed, not doing strenuous things, drinking a lot of water: it actually helps. Amazement! I drank like four liters of water today. Is that enough fluids? More fluids? I will just keep absorbing fluids. Neil has been really nice about everything. I literally just want to stop coughing. Like how do I still have this much mucus inside me? I know it’s gross. But it IS GROSS. I really just want to be able to celebrate Halloween. I’ve only missed one Halloween in my whole life and I was like six and dressed in a bomb ass Cruella Deville costume my mom made me and I couldn’t even trick or treat! It was really lame. I am hoping that will not be the case this year.
I meant to write a review but my brain isn’t having it, hence whatever the hell this is. Expect your regularly scheduled programming soon. I’m just going to keep listening to the new Adele single on repeat until then. HELLO.
I shudder. I hate talking about politics. I feel like whenever I do I make a complete ass out of myself. I always feel like I’m saying the wrong thing or I might offend somebody or I have no idea what I’m talking about. But plenty of people who have worse intentions than mine and in some cases a heck of a lot more power do a lot of talking despite having no idea what they are talking about, so I may as well give it a try.
The 2016 election is still a year off, but everything feels very charged as the primaries approach. Who is going to get the nomination? Questions, questions. I have been unhappy with my government. I have a very long laundry list of complaints, most of them starting and ending with the deeply troubling agenda of the GOP and their circus of incompetent candidates.
I am upset that corporations have more rights in the eyes of the GOP than I as a woman do. I am upset that they want to tell me what to do with my body and stifle all inklings of female sexual liberation. I am very upset that they are attacking Planned Parenthood. I want the government to stay far, far away from my right to health care as a women. I want to see real momentum in implementing ways to battle the racial bias inherent in our police force. I want the continuation of LGBT rights, especially for those transgender people being persecuted. In the wake of the shootings in Oregon, foremost in my mind are gun regulations and our country’s lack of them. I want people to be able to earn a living wage. I want students to be able to go to college without miring themselves in decades of debt. I want the conservatives to admit that climate change is a PROBLEM, stop denying the work of all theses climate scientists, and get some useful legislation passed.
How to we achieve these things? In a political system stuck in the mentality of left versus right and flooded with lobbyists and other peoples’ money, how are we expected to ever achieve a form of democracy that is in any way fair?
This, of course, brings me to Bernie Sanders. Some people love him. Some people hate him. Some people don’t think he has a chance in hell of getting the democratic nomination. But I like what he stands for. For once, I see a politician who I actually feel like I can believe in and put my trust in. He seems so earnest, so fired up and prepared to make actual change. I am prepared to vote for him, should the time come. This is the first election where I am coming in fully informed and able to vote. When Obama ran the first time, I was 17 and mad as a cat I couldn’t vote. I could go on for pages on why I think Bernie’s a great candidate, but I won’t. His message is readily available. Go to his website. Listen to him speak. His energy and drive is extraordinary.
But no matter who you are voting for this November, just get out there and VOTE! No matter how broken our system is, our representatives are still out there to serve US, the people. If the people don’t turn out to elect their representatives, how can they represent us, how can they serve our needs? We need to get more leaders like Elizabeth Warren and Bernie Sanders elected. We need people who actually care and are willing to fight for our rights.
I don’t pretend to know the first thing about politics. I do not know everything. I am privileged. I understand this. I try to stay informed, but it’s a big world out there and there a lot more points of view than my own. Again, I understand this. But I do want improvement on all fronts. It is possible. We just have to make it happen, shed the madness and make it happen. I want us to be a healthy country, worthy of being great. And I know that voting is our civic duty, and it is one of the ways we can go about implementing change. Please vote. Please, please, please, I am begging you vote. Go to http://rockthevote.com/ and find out more. Register right now if you aren’t already. Just vote!