I have thought and said and done things in the past week relating to Ashley’s most recent, totally kickass post and the “war on women.” That included a joint rant with one of my roommates Saturday night about all this bullshit after participating in this protest against said bullshit Saturday afternoon.
My thoughts about these things are angry and righteous-feeling and everywhere. They include a woman who said to a fellow protestor, “Jesus still loves you even though you kill babies,” a statement so misinformed I’m not even sure where to start. And that it took me until this year and a male photography professor to point out to me it’s absurd that neither the Honors College core nor the standard University Core Curriculum at Ball State require any sort of women’s history class. (And for that matter, only one non-Western history class is required in Honors.) And more thoughts about true stories and what it means for other human beings when we tell false ones instead. (I.e., the thing I think about when it comes to pretty much every moral issue ever.)
So, I’m simmering still. I will have more to say. Sometime in the near future I will probably have another rant in relation to these things about the insidious influence of untrue stories and/or why accepting assertions without proper evidence is harmful.
But if you haven’t seen it yet, here’s an example of a courageous true story told to fight against a false one: