I have never considered myself a political person and I have no intention of using this blog as a platform for my political views. In fact, I’ve spent the bulk of my time recently bouncing around between nine different posts covering various topics like the worst reasons to have children, my anti-bridal shower manifesto, and reasons why my dog is my spirit animal. None of these are political, and while they are charming, lighthearted, and funny, none of these topics matter. Does it matter that I am jealous of my dog because she sleeps 20 hours per day and gets pizza as a treat? The jury is still out, but my money is on no. So as much as I love my dog and griping about bridal showers, there are things that are more important. Things that need to be discussed. Things have erroneously been characterized as political. As I’ve stated before, for some odd reason, I feel the need to participate in things that matter and, whether it’s the grandest or smallest scale, I have felt compelled to chime in and add my singular voice to the chorus on topics that warrant discussion. Which says a lot considering I’m introverted and antisocial.
One of these topics is the upcoming Women’s March On Washington.