You’re like the white Olivia Pope

You’re like the white Olivia Pope

To say I follow politics would be an understatement. I’m completely immersed in and fascinated by politics. I always have been. I hate party politics though. I take the “I side with”  quiz in its entirety, expanding and weighing importance on each question, at least once a year, and definitely during election years, so I can remove the partisan bullshit and just focus on the actual issues. The results are always rather eye-opening, and often end with me realizing I have a fairly different opinion politically than a good portion of my friends and acquaintances.

This political difference isn’t a new thing for me. In 1988, my 3rd grade teacher (Mrs. Moon) held a mock election so we could get in on the fun. I remember her telling us that usually whoever wins in our class election is who wins in our state voting. I remember thinking that was so cool. Of course looking back on it now, I realize “Duh! We are 8 and 9 years old, so our opinion is going to be the same as our voting parent/guardian’s opinion, so obviously the class election and state election will be similar.” While all of my classmates were voting for Bush/Quayle, I was one of few who chose Dukakis/Bensten, not because I had any strong opinions about either candidate, and certainly not because my parents liked Dukakis; I grew up in a Republican household. Why not Bush/Quayle with the rest of the class then? Well, because the week before, while riding my bike to school, some quail ran out of a bush and across the road in front of me, and I didn’t like it, so voting Bush/Quayle wasn’t going to happen. And not that it matters, but that’s where my refusal to “go with the norm” started.

The other day, I was having a political discussion with someone. Our opinions were vastly differing, but it was an actual discussion, not the name calling toddler style garbage that is prevalent in most partisan political discussions. Then the conversation ended like this:
Them: You’re like the white Olivia Pope.
Me: Thank you.
Them: That wasn’t a compliment.
Me: There is no world where that isn’t a compliment.
Them: Well it wasn’t.
Me: Ok.
Them: I mean, you’re like Command Olivia, not OPA Olivia.
Me: STILL not an insult.
Them: Whatever. I don’t even like Scandal.
Me: Yet you know there’s a difference between Command Olivia Pope and OPA Olivia Pope?
Them: Whatever. It just wasn’t a compliment.
Me: Ok, well if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go home, have a glass of wine, and start binge watching all 7 seasons of Scandal again.

To quote the writers that created the powerful gladiator herself, “I am many things, stupid is not one of them,” so I will never not be anything less than 100% ok with someone telling me I remind them of Olivia Pope, because Olivia Pope is a total bad ass.



Women’s healthcare: Keep your policy out of my…well, you know.

Women’s healthcare: Keep your policy out of my…well, you know.

Can somebody please explain to me why you can walk in to ANY pharmacy anywhere in the country and buy Plan B immediately, over the counter, without a prescription, BUT God forbid you want a refill on your Diflucan and you’re out of them, AND the prescription hasn’t been filled in over a year. No…then you need to wait around ALL day to see if your doctor’s office called one in, which they didn’t so now, thanks to your shitty HDHP, you have to make an appointment (or stop in to an urgent care clinic), pay $30-230, depending on how they bill it, sit around for an hour, most likely in one of those drop dead sexy open back gowns, only to have a PA tell you “Yep, here’s your prescription.” AND THEN you get to pay for the prescription on top of that.

Female anatomy is such bullshit sometimes. Seriously, all of the fun things in life have the potential to wreak havoc on you. You want to soak in a hot bath after blowing a whole wad of cash on bath bombs at Lush , go for a run, hit the hot tub, maybe have a little fun with someone, go for a run again in the morning, then slip in to your favorite skinny jeans for the day? There’s a prescription for that, and you’re going to want it, because the OTC treatment for the perfect combination of relaxing/enjoyable weekends is a joke.

Anatomically speaking, there’s no doubt guys have it easier when it comes to healthcare. As far as it goes for the ladies, you can buy Plan B over the counter, but you need a prescription for Diflucan. THIS is exactly how you know that ALL of the rules governing women’s healthcare were made up by a man. It kinda makes you want to just tell them to stay the hell out of your lady business doesn’t it? Except, what would be the fun in that? 😉

Can’t we all just get along?

Can’t we all just get along?

Can’t we all just get along?! 

Well, if that’s not a loaded question these days, I don’t know what is. At this point, I’m honestly having a hard time remembering what it was like to be able to log in to ANY form of social media without being flooded with the latest divisive topic. Remember when we were little and our parents told us “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all,” and for a brief amount of time it meant stomping off to sulk about it before moving on with your day? Wouldn’t it be great if we could just go back to that? I mean, I realize we can’t. I realize nothing is ever changed by people remaining quiet, but on that same line, nothing is ever changed by intolerance either.

When did we, as an entire population of the planet, become SO intolerant of other people, while at the same time demanding they be tolerant of us? Case in point: love it, or hate it, the NFL players, and now celebrities in general, taking a knee during the National Anthem at games has got to be, aside from our president, THE most divisive topic around right now. Everyone believes they’re on the right side of the argument, and NOBODY will consider anything else….at least that’s what you see. Yesterday, I was lucky to come across what was quite possibly THE single greatest post about the whole take a knee debacle ever. I was lucky, because I downloaded the image before the friend that shared it deleted it after being bullied by grown ass adults for posting something that differed from their opinion. I wish I knew who originally posted it, because it’s beautiful. It’s not the popular opinion, and I’m bound to catch the same hell my friend did for sharing it, but it’s such a poignant thought, and deserves to be shared.


“I guess they think our country is hurt and they are hoping that it will get better.” Out of the mouths of babes. With that, Molly, with her 8-year-old innocence, became the person with the opinion we should all consider. There was no profanity laced “we stand for the National Anthem out of respect and even my 2-year-old knows how to do it,” or “Look at these kids. They are true Americans. Those overpaid NFL snowflakes should pay attention to this.”  There was no “F*** the police” or “Not my president” from the other side. There was simply “I guess they think our country is hurt and they are hoping that it will get better.”

So back to my friend who posted, and then subsequently deleted this picture. Do you know, there was not one single voice of complaint from the people who support the silent kneeling protest? Nope, the multiple “That’s bullshit, and you know it” complaints were all from the incredibly red, VERY right leaning people who DEMAND everyone show respect for our flag and National Anthem.

Do I think it’s wrong to feel so strongly for your country? Hell no. I admire it. I love this county. I get a little choked up (damn “allergies”) when I hear someone sing the National Anthem (especially if they sing ALL of the verses, not just the first one we all know by heart), or when I see veterans carrying the flag in a parade, or when I’m in a room with 700 people on 9/11 and the speaker stops everything and calls for a moment of silence at the precise time the planes hit the World Trade Center and it’s suddenly so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It’s not wrong to feel patriotic!

Here’s what I wonder though. As you’re demanding tolerance for this 1 belief of yours, are you in return tolerant of other people’s beliefs? Is it truly a 2 way street, or are you disgusted by, or unjustly afraid of someone wearing a burqa or a hijab? Do you demand religious freedom, but look down on someone who faces East and prays during prayer hours? Do you call police horrible names and act as if they’re all corrupt, but call 911 looking for them in an emergency? Do you believe everyone in this country should speak English because they’re in America, yet believe when you travel to foreign countries that they should also speak English so you can understand?

Tolerance is a two-way street. You don’t get to ignore the rights of everyone else while demanding your own rights. That’s simply not the way it works.

Take your knee in solidarity with those who are already doing it if you want. Cancel your DirecTV NFL Sunday Ticket if you want. Stand at attention with your hand over your heart if you want. Boycott the games if you want. You have the freedom to do those things. You have the freedom to think our President is the greatest thing since sliced bread, or an incompetent Cheeto who should be impeached. That’s the great thing about living in THIS country. You have the FREEDOM to think what you want about whatever you want, but it doesn’t mean you need to be an asshole to people who think differently than you. You can be passionate without being a prick. And whether 8-year-old Molly actually said it or if someone made it up and attributed it to a fake made up 8-year-old, our country….our world actually…is hurt, and maybe we all need to take a knee and hope it gets better.




To be a smart ass, you must first be smart.

To be a smart ass, you must first be smart.

I’m slightly addicted to social media. I have a lot of friends who have been doing social media fasts and seem to love them. Me, I wouldn’t even attempt it. To be fair, social media is kind of a requirement of my job and volunteer work, so it’s not exactly feasible to quit it anyway. Besides, we all know quitting social media is the grown up version of running away. We know you’ll be back.

Because of my job, and my volunteer work, it’s definitely prudent that I remain as neutral as humanly possible, so as not to alienate everyone. I mean, what good is a morning show girl who nobody will listen to? I stay out of the Facebook drama as much as I can. By that I mean, I see it, I screenshot it, and I send it privately to my friends where we discuss the stupidity of it, rather than commenting directly on it and opening that can of worms. I failed at that yesterday.

Love it or hate it, the most recent election, and the results of it have created some intense feelings. It seems either you love the outcome, or you don’t; there’s no middle ground. I love the outcome, but not for the reason you’re thinking. Political activism, people FINALLY stepping up and caring. That’s why I love the outcome of the past year. Gone are the days where people just sit back and say “Meh…my vote doesn’t matter anyway, so why bother.”

People care. People are passionate AF about their opinions. Those opinions are spreading like wildfire on social media. I volunteer with the American Cancer Society Cancer Action Network, a non-partisan group that works to make sure cancer related things are a priority with lawmakers. Currently, our biggest concern is making sure people with cancer have access to affordable health care. It’s not just us though. Every major health organization in the country wants to ensure the citizens of this country have access to adequate and affordable health care.

Yesterday, a friend of mine posted a video to her timeline showing some political activism regarding health care. It was met with the typical ignorance of “Where in the constitution does it say we get free healthcare?” That’s where my reason went out the window. This isn’t about free healthcare. The person who asked that question surprisingly backed down when presented with facts and logic. The private message that came from another individual was not so pleasant.

In their screaming capital letters, the message I received from someone I don’t even know read “WHY DOSE EVERYONE THINK THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH A HEALTH PLAN THAT HASN’T EVEN BEEN WRITTEN?”

Ok genius, I’ll play. The health care plan has been written, and that’s how we even know about it. The House wrote it approximately a month ago. They voted to exempt themselves from it, and then they passed it. From there, it went to the Senate. They revised it behind closed doors and released their 142 page version of it last week. Then they spent some time revising it over the weekend, and tried to drum up enough Republican support to pass it. They couldn’t, because as written, it’s a horrible plan. They don’t have the support from their own party for their plan. They don’t have the support of 81% of American citizens for their plan. Rather than face defeat, they chose to postpone the vote on their plan until after the July 4 recess.  By the way, just a little friendly advice, you mean “Why does everyone,” not “why dose everyone.” I do truly hope you don’t have to use your mastery of our country’s primary language to stay on the north side of the wall you’re so excited about, because it’s not looking so good for you right now.

This person responded with a more than a few 4 letter words and called me everything but a white woman. I don’t think they were all that thrilled with my comment about them ending up on the south side of the wall based on their mastery of the English language, even though they are in fact a citizen born and bred, but I had to laugh at their final attempt to insult me. It’s laughable, because if they knew me at all, they’d know, this was a nearly impossible task.

“Just go back to pretending your funny green haired radio dj, and stay out of politics. Nobody needs your smart ass opinion, and nobody likes it anyway. Your dumb.”

Again with the proving of my point. You meant to use you’re instead of your in both instances in that sentence. I strongly suggest you take some refresher courses on grammar before that border wall is completed. I’d hate to see you stuck on the south side of it. Just a friendly reminder, in order to be a smart ass, one must first be smart. Thanks for the compliment. Have a fantastic day.

It was at this point that they realized insulting me was a pointless attempt. After assuming I called them a dumbass and once again calling me every name in the book, they were silent after I responded “If you’ll look back through our conversation, I simply suggested you might benefit from a refresher course in grammar, and said ‘in order to be a smart ass, one must first be smart.’ I’m sorry you don’t feel as if you fit in that category. Thanks again for the compliment. Have a great day.”

You’ll have to try a lot harder than that to get one up on me. I mean, I’ll play nice or ignore it when it’s a public conversation, but if you want to attack me personally in private, the gloves are off. Thanks for playing.