From frustrated to verklempt, it’s been quite a week. I never really crossed over into crying territory, but my eyes were definitely more moist and leaky than usual. Let’s move from worst to best, shall we?
Feminspire posted this roundup of recent legislative developments regarding women’s reproductive health. You know that dream where you are trying to escape, but every possible out is blocked? Brick walls, doors that don’t go anywhere, and definitely no voice to scream with. That’s how this made me feel. I could feel my chest getting tighter with each item, and frustrated tears forming in my eyes.
This is the kind of legislative action that originally opened my eyes to the disfunction of the pro-life movement. This is not about the sanctity of life anymore, folks. An excellent essay was written on this at Common Dreams last year: Pro-Life or Just Pro-Sperm? And of course, Libby Anne’s personal journey: How I Lost Faith in the Pro-Life Movement.
Roger Ebert died yesterday. It wasn’t incredibly unexpected, but I was surprised by my personal reaction. (tears. again.) Salon re-posted his essay I Do Not Fear Death, and it’s really beautiful. I have a huge amount of admiration for people who understand the interconnectedness of all things, and I think Ebert was one of those people. He also understood the incredible power of stories and film to influence peoples’ lives. His writings on these things resonate with me and give me hope.
And, of course, his final written words, “So on this day of reflection I say again, thank you for going on this journey with me. I’ll see you at the movies.”
Kid President took a trip to the White House to meet President Obama. It’s a cute video overall, but the moment that got me is at 1:10. This man showing this little boy a program from Dr. King’s March on Washington in the Oval Office. There they are. There are the tears.
(however, really, dude? Really.)
And finally, my most triumphant tears of the week. I was sent a teaser track from The Campanellis new album Camp Optimist. They are some of my dearest friends, this is their first album, and it’s so damn good. Life is so much easier when your friends are talented. You don’t have to pretend to be a fan, and sit through painful shows at shitty bars. And I’ve gotta say, it’s especially fun when they play power pop.
Again, I really did not predict that I would actually get worked up over this. How silly. But as each piece came in, and I heard Jon and then Paul and Dan and Keith and Joel, doing what they love and doing it well, it just got to me. Enjoy.