Candy Sandwich is on DCBlogs today
DCBlogs started their day off with a post from Kristin and crew’s project over at Candy Sandwich. Pretty cool.
She wrote an article about strong women, here it is in full text:
Strong women
Today. For me, at least, today is about strong women. I didn’t know when I got up several hours ago, well-rested after an extra, glorious hour between the fall flannel sheets. (God bless Daylight Savings Time.)
I had a couple of plans for the day – to catch a movie with a friend and to go to the Capitol and see Rosa Parks lying in honor.
Okay, so I knew that the day would about at least one strong woman: Rosa Parks, the woman who made a stand by taking a seat. When I first heard a rumor that she would lie in honor at the Capitol, I knew I wanted to go. I didn’t know why. I still can’t figure it out. I just know that I need to go.
I am young, urban professional white girl who grew up somewhat poor but most certainly not disadvantaged in southeastern Ohio – far from the tumultuous south of the 60s. In addition to that, I am uncomfortable around coffins. I prefer to remember people as they were: strong, vibrant, alive. However, I will leave soon to join the line, to honor the very honorable Mrs. Parks in the only way I know how. I would stand all night if I had to, if I have to. (I’m not sure if the Brokekid plans to wait that long, but I’m pretty sure he would. We will figure it out.)
The rest of the day, though, I thought would be a normal Sunday afternoon. Enjoying a bit of respite from the recent cold and recovering from my own recent cold. Instead, I dove head first into the frigid air of North Country, a movie about the first class action sexual harassment suit, a movie beautiful in spite of, or perhaps due to, the incredible ugliness these women faced. It was completely predictable and somewhat safe but powerful, nevertheless.
I cried like a baby.
Granted, I’ve been crying at everything lately, regardless of the fact that I’m quite happy. Movies, books, a well-timed long-distance phone service commercial. Whatever. The tears start streaming. North Country, however, deserved at least a couple of tears. It was compelling, well acted, well directed and relevant.
Women like Lois Jenson helped make it possible for me to work in a safe, as-close-to-equal-as-we’ve-ever-gotten environment. Charlize Theron, Frances McDormand and Sissy Spacek sacrificed pride and beauty in order to share the story. And I haven’t even talked about the beautiful, strong woman with whom I saw the movie. I felt some major girl power by the time I caught the metro.
On the way home, I stopped at my absolute favorite used books store – Capitol Hill Books – and picked up Maya Angelou’s “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” (it was in my head anyway, after The Lazy Bunny’s post).
A lot of things are running through my head right now, I have a lot more to say, but you’ll have to excuse me. I need to go and stand in line, read a book, call my grandmother.
