“Herstory” in the Making!

“Herstory” in the Making!

“Herstory” in the Making!


It’s 11:52 p.m. I’m usually sawing logs by 9:30 or 10:00 since I’m always up at the crack of dawn. Often, even before dawn has cracked.

I sit here in front of my pc: jubilant, yet cautious, thrilled beyond belief, yet hesitant to make waves.

Women my age, those over 50, are typical Hillary voters. Many of us have been taught to worry about the feelings of others first. To prioritize the needs and celebrate the accomplishments of friends and family before those of our own. To keep our mouths shut if what we believe could possibly offend someone else.

Anyone else.

Don’t talk about politics – it’s uncouth and offensive.

Don’t share your opinion overly much – it’s unbecoming.

Don’t participate in online message board discussions, posting your thoughts and the like, or if you do, always preface your message with an apology, avoid conflict at all cost, and for goodness sakes be polite and finish your bolder statements with a smiley face to show that Mrs. Nasty hasn’t come out to play.

So here I sit, with my heart about to burst out of my chest with excitement and pride all the while my head is bobbing with fatigue, threatening to slam down on my keyboard at any moment since I’ve been up for nearly 20 hours straight and, according to my iWatch, have walked over 13,000 steps during this uber busy day.

I’m wondering how to . . . whether or not to . . . what tone to use to communicate my feelings about an extraordinary event that has thrilled me more than any other since my boys were born, but one that will quite possibly anger friends and readers and even a much beloved son.

My fatigue has taken the wheel at this point. It so urgently wants me to get some shut eye, that it’s encouraging me to go with the faster, easier, non-politically-correct approach of, “You know what? Screw it! I’m going to shout from the rooftops that I am ecstatic that a woman has FINALLY made it!” because my feelings count just as much anyone else’s.

I won’t apologize for them either. There will be no obligatory “sorry” at the beginning of my tale, nor a cute little smiley face at the end. My feelings are true and honest: borne out of a strong desire for justice, fairness, and equality. Borne out of months of intense research on and scrutiny of the available candidates. And, yes, even borne out of the fact that Hillary Clinton grew up two blocks away from my childhood home, shared my same classrooms, my same teachers, and walked the same path to school, as well as to uptown Park Ridge, Illinois that I did as a girl.

There is a one-sided kinship here that will not be silenced, denied, or minimized with a šŸ™‚ .

Take a moment, if you would, and read through the words below and really let them sink in. Do not sing the song as you read them or picture Helen Reddy bebopping around in her ’70’s bob, but really read them for the content.

I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back and pretend
’cause I’ve heard it all before
And I’ve been down there on the floor
No one’s ever gonna keep me down again
Oh yes I am wise
But it’s wisdom born of pain
Yes, I’ve paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to, I can do anything
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman
You can bend but never break me
’cause it only serves to make me
More determined to achieve my final goal
And I come back even stronger
Not a novice any longer
’cause you’ve deepened the conviction in my soul
I am woman watch me grow
See me standing toe to toe
As I spread my loving arms across the land
But I’m still an embryo
With a long long way to go
Until I make my brother understand
Oh yes I am wise
But it’s wisdom born of pain
Yes, I’ve paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to I can face anything
I am strong
I am invincible
I am woman


You sang in your head, didn’t you?

I know, I did too.

Helen Reddy co-authored the song, “I Am Woman” way back in 1972 in the midst of the last great push for gender equality. Since that time 45 years ago, as far as I’m concerned, women’s rights have only taken baby steps in the right direction, and several, frankly, in the wrong direction. Last night, however, Hillary Clinton helped women everywhere take a giant, running leap toward making equal opportunities available in the future by becoming theĀ first-ever female nominee of a major political party in the most powerful nation on earth.

As I mentioned in my Women’s Equality Day post, over half of the US population are women, yet in our country’s 240 years, this is the first time ever that a woman has been voted in as the presumptive nominee for a political party.

How Hillary withstands the hatred and threats flung at her every moment of every day is more than I will ever be able to fathom. Beyond the childish “Shillary”, “Killary”, “Crooked Hillary” name calling and continual misrepresentation of her past and present words and deeds, every possible means of malevolenceĀ from gang rape to prolonged, torturous death, to bad juju has been wished uponĀ her to the point that it’s a wonder that she can even muster up a smile.

But, I’ll tell you what, she was smiling last night.

She was beaming when the crowd erupted in cheers for five minutes straight when she officially became the Presumptive Nominee for the Democratic party.

And I was beaming right along with her.

Now, will she win the presidency? I sure as hell hope so, especially given the evil, unfit alternative.

You know, he who who proposes a ban on Muslims, calls Mexicans murderers and rapists, makes fun of the physically disabled, holds hands with the KKK, bilks thousands of people out of thousands of dollars for educations they did not receive, promotes himself as a world-class business person, yet fails at business deals repeatedly to the tune of billions, lies more than any of the other candidates that were in the running, phones in to talk shows under a fake name only to brag about what a great chap he is, and who labels women as ignorant eye candy, whores, bitches, prolific bleeders, losers and fat, ugly pigs.

Hillary is perhaps the most vetted candidate ever, having withstood 25 years of intense, microscopic, public scrutiny, having weathered an unfaithful husband while living in a fishbowl, as well as a plethora of untruthful allegations – all resulting in no findings of illegal activity despite the false narratives that are constantly circulated and internalized as “facts” by many.

She’s tough, resilient, as strong as an ox, level-headed, whip-smart and, due to her roles asĀ first lady, U.S. Senator of NY, and Secretary of State, she’s more experienced by far than any other of the several dozen candidates who threw their hats in the ring this election period.

There are no perfect candidates because there are no perfect human beings. Human beings are fallible. We all make mistakes, take missteps, and regret decisions. And so we have to choose the candidate, given those caveats, whose policies we feel best reflect our morals, and our beliefs, and who will best represent the United States throughout the world.

I love that Hillary’s ideas are pragmatic, that she understands that compromise is necessary and leads to increased buy-in, unity and eventually progress, and that she fights for those who can’t fight for themselves. Ā I also love that she’s been there and done that many, many times over.

And, yes, in addition to very strongly believing in her platform, I also hope she wins for all of the women whose wisdom has been born of pain: those of us who have been passed up, slapped down, and shoved to the side simply because of our gender.

Since 1789 when George Washington was sworn in, 44 people have had the title of President of the United States bestowed upon them. Every single one of those people represented the same half of the US population: men.

Here’s to the 45th POTUS finally upon finally representing the other half of this nation.

Here’s to me learning that roaring, on occasion, is not only allowed, but is a very good thing.

Here’s to a cool pillow and a warm bed and some long overdue shut eye.






Written by Becky


  • Audrey Spoerlein says:

    Loved reading this…I am roaring!!!

  • WOW! You said it all, Becky! I am proud of you for this blog posting and happy that we finally have a woman candidate. Now we ALL must work to vote her in, instead of the man who’s the “T” word. YLM

  • Patty from MMC says:

    I caucuses for Bernie, but I am also happy with Hillary. Let’s face it – Trump CANNOT be allowed to be President. Hillary is an exceptionally smart woman – she has the experience to deal with whatever is thrown at the President. She has lived it already.

  • Michele Pfab says:

    Well done Becky! I personally am excited that it is HIllary – I believe her past, as you have stated, shows her increidble fortitide, strength and resilience! However, I think above all, women should all be shouting exultantly from the roof tops whether they intend to vote for Hillary or not! A woman will finally be nominated! Hurray! It is way past time!

  • Lucia says:

    What an incredibly well-written piece. I’m amazed at the heat she’s taken in this election cycle alone. And in a crowded field of candidates–on both sides of the political divide–she has been the only one, I repeat, only one who is most qualified for the job.

    Despite the hate being spewed, I have faith that voters will do the right thing in November–elect THE most qualified candidate to lead this country.

    Thanks for reminding me of that Helen Reddy song. It will be playing in the background of my mind all day!

    • Becky says:

      Thanks, Lucia, and you’re welcome for the looped Helen Reddy soundtrack you won’t be able to shake. I wish I could say that I was amazed at the heat she’s taken, but I fully expected it. She’s challenging a long-established club that has not let women through it’s doors since its inception. The part of the story that galls me are women who will not celebrate this monumental occasion simply because they don’t vote Blue.

  • Jim says:

    So proud of you for standing up for your beliefs.

  • Heather says:

    You go girl!, said to Hillary, to you, to me and to all the women out there who (in your words) have been passed up, slapped down, and shoved to the side simply because of our gender. Loved this blog and loved the outcome of yesterday’s vote!

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