It's starting...

Not that I want to get on my own soapbox, but I've been spouting off for a while now that I'm sick and tired of defending and standing up for women's rights when the younger generations don't give a shit anyway. They'd rather wait for Prince Charming and have massive families instead of taking just a few years of their life to create a universe for themselves and their families, educating themselves and making it possible to take care of themselves and their children in the event their fairy tale comes crashing down sometime later...

That said, now we have a whole catholic child molesting lobby putting pressure on the government regarding abortion; now we are moving towards one of the most discriminatory decisions against women in decades by not allowing insurance to cover the cost of an abortion even in the case of rape or incest (are we surprised it's the catholics pushing for this?) and now? No, no, you don't need those mammograms in your 40s... it's not "worth" all of the false positives.

If any fool out there thinks these are not direct attacks on women, think again. There seems to be an unwinding of the rights that so many women fought and died for in this country and no one seems to want to stop it. Again, it's that generational problem... too tied up in their own lives to realize they are selling their children's rights down the road.

I think I am hearing some yelling over the mammogram thing. Women are saying, "what the fuck?" and that's a good thing. Let's see if the younger generation starts to wake up or not.

Good luck getting your girls into college much less giving them choices in life. Let's just go back to the mentality that women are only good for sex and breeding and their own personal growth does not matter. They should only be subservient to their husbands (who, incidently, will be providing absolutely everything because women will becomes slaves to the household again) and some make believe god and they will be told, "this is enough for your feeble mind."

I'll still be sipping coffee off my porch somewhere deep in the country, not caring.