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November 6

Pretty Fans! In between whatever other little voting-type errands you may do today, please don’t forget to vote A GROWN UP KIND OF PRETTY in the BEST FICTION of 2012 award poll over at Goodreads.

Look, a handy link for voting!

Don’t neglect to pass the link on via facebook, tweet, and emails to folks you know who love the book, please. Remember the PURELY HIDEOUS Incentives.

Meanwhile, here below find a conversation with Maisy….I post it in honor of this election day. All day today I shall pray for a decisive victory — no recount, no chad turmoil, no law suits, etc—-so whether my guy wins or not, we can at least stop being so divided as a nation.

More importantly, we can all go back to FACEBOOK and TWITTER and post that we had a muffin for breakfast AND IT WAS GOOD without being ambushed by angry, abrasive political diatribes.

“Wow, your post on facebook about how the candidate of my choice is actually a baby-eating philistine with pig intestines for brains really changed my mind!” said no one at all, ever.

The conversation:

Me: Maisy and Sam, your dad just called—he says there is NO LINE at the polls, so I am going to run vote. BE GOOD! Back in a few minutes.

Maisy: Mom, it’s POURING rain *watches as I continue to gather keys purse, phone anyway* Ugh, I’m glad I don’t have to vote. Will I have to when I am a grown up?

Me: No, of course not, bunny. Most people don’t. Why should you? If it wasn’t for those stinking suffragettes, NONE of us women would have to go out in the rain to pull levers. Things used to be so much less complicated!

Maisy: What do you mean? *absent-mindedly doodling*

Me: Husbands and fathers used to do all that BORING stuff. We didn’t even have to have opinions, or think, or be educated. We could just kind of hang out, be property, let the men decide, make babies and biscuits. It was GREAT! If ONLY those mouthy, ridiculous, irksome suffragettes had kept their traps shut instead of going to prison and starving themselves on hunger strikes for their dumb ideals…

Maisy: *clearly not listening to a word I have said* Yeah…

Me: I’ll be back. Your father will notify you when he has picked out your husband. Until then, sit there, look pretty, and don’t talk.

Maisy: Wait, what?

Me: It’s the long way of saying that yes, when you are eighteen, you DO have to vote.

And with that I kissed her and slogged off into the rain to exercise what is, in spite of everything ugly happening this election season, a privilege.

All honor to women, the first disenfranchised class in history who, unaided by any political party, won enfranchisement by its own effort alone and achieved the victory without the shedding of a drop of human blood. —Harriet Stanton Blanch

24 comments to November 6

  • Elizabeth

    HA! Thank God for those sufragettes! My great grandmother was one, and we have her papers.

  • I think I might just print this post and frame it and put it in the kitchen. I have actually missed the normal Facebook. The one that doesn’t make me throw things at the wall and declare that I have bad taste in friends. And if it makes you feel any better, I’m quite certain my 15 year old would have the same reaction that Maisy did.

  • I’ve been seeing blog posts around by women who feel that they should allow their husbands to pick who they vote for because they think that husbands should lead the family in all things. I traced their reasoning back to a long article by a pastor who called women voting “an unmitigated disaster”. See, it let us start thinking and sometime we disagree with our husbands (GASP). That obviously leads to the downfall of Western Civilization – sadly he was not kidding.

    So went out and proudly voted this morning in order to cancel out everything my husband voted for. If the world ends tonight you can blame me!

  • You know it’s crappy weather when your scenario sounds slightly inviting. Is there chocolate and a fireplace involved? (KIDDING!!!)

    YAY for Facebook being back to normal!

  • Jill W.

    My daughter has been walking around singing “Sufferin’ Until Suffrage” from Schoolhouse Rock. It makes a momma proud. : )

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T99V6s25J94

  • Katherine

    I waited until it quit raining (and was late morning so fewer lines at the polls) to go vote. My voting did at least involve free coffee and cookies – and a chance to say hi to some neighbors.

    Now I can’t wait for all the annoying phone calls to end!

  • Jill W.

    Katherine- I finally unplugged our phone last night. No one we want to talk to ever uses our home number, and it was ringing off the hook last night with robocalls for the election. Ridiculous!

  • Andrea

    Thanks for the great quote. I’m going to repost it on Facebook on this election day. Also, I voted on Good Reads!

  • Lulu

    Bravo!

    And, I mailed my ballot in yesterday – so much easier and more relaxed to fill out the ballot while sitting at my dining table drinking tea. I don’t have to drive into town and stand in line at the polls and then worry about taking too long and making everyone behind me wait even longer…

    I miss getting an “I voted” sticker though.

    VoteVoteVote!

  • You guys have WAY better “I voted” stickers than we do up here in Missouri!

  • cakeburnette

    Love! You should have made her go with you. That might have changed her mind. I’ve ALWAYS taken Shelby, but I forgot and early voted last week while she was at school. She was PISSED when she found out. And now I’M sad, because this was our last presidential election together. Next time, she will have just turned 18 and will vote on her own while she’s away at college. But we do have one more gubernatorial election together!

  • cakeburnette

    And yes, Nancy, we have the BEST voter stickers EVER. But they ran out last week and I didn’t get one, so I’ve spent a week pouting.

  • Aparatchick

    Yes! Thank you for your MaisyRant. I was standing in (a very long) line for early voting last week and started talking to the kid next to me. He asked if I always voted, and I said yes, especially since my grandmother wasn’t allowed to until she was 34. He was shocked; he had no idea that there was a time when women couldn’t vote. Apparently there are no civics or history classes anymore (or he slept through them!). So YAY! for suffragettes, and I honor them by voting.

    And thank God there won’t be any more political commercials! For the last week, I’ve been ready to cry like that little girl in the video. Next time, we move to a non-swing state!

  • Jessica (the celt)

    BRAVO! AMEN! SO BE IT! JOSS FOR PRESIDENT! ;~)

    I am sick of politics (meaning the politicking), but I’m voting. Between my dad telling me to from when I was a young kid (and letting me go with him while he voted) and my strong feeling of paying homage to the women who were arrested and fought for me to have this right? I vote because I can. I may not want to, but others don’t even have the choice. (I vote and I do it responsibly. Even though I don’t want to research these people and their opinions, I do it anyway.) :~P

  • jeanette in peculiar

    ahhhh, imagine the things we could accomplish without the shedding of drops of human blood if women ruled the world! Sanctions against uncooperative countries would start with the denial of chocolate……….

  • Jessica (the celt)

    Oh! Oh! And I feel your pain re: having a normal election. My first adult presidential election was 2000, so…yeah. I want one election in my adult life that is not so mean and contentious!

  • I honestly never realised how many of my Facebook friends were American until the breakfast muffin posts morphed into political posts….

  • Linda J

    Every time I vote I remember the strong women who fought and sacrificed and suffered for my right to cast my vote. TO EVERY WOMAN WHO SUFFERED FOR ME THANK YOU!

  • Jennifer Kepesh

    Thanks for the shout-out for the Suffragettes. I have been thinking of them this election season. I do adore them, and I do sing in grateful chorus (thank you, “Mary Poppins,”) Well done, Sister Suffragettes!

  • I was lucky – two districts vote in the same place, and the line for district 28 was out the door, down the hall and around the corner. My district, 27, had 9 people in line.

    If you think politics have been in your face where you live, try living in Paul Ryan’s home town and working in the same building as his office. I just can’t get away from it.

  • Katie in Cali

    @jessica (the celt) I don’t think that will ever happen. My first adult election was 2000 as well. I had no idea what I was doing and voted like my parents. I did NOT dare tell a soul for fear of being ostracized. At least with FB, you can close it out.

  • I’ve been hiding posts on my Facebook news page for two weeks. Today, I decided that I’m sick of all of it, and I’ll just be taking a FB fast for the next week or ten days, until after all of the smug exuberance and the whiny rantage has died down. When even little snide “the other side is stupid”-implying comments showed up in a private group that I’ve been calling My Happy Place on Facebook, I knew it was time to step back until I can stay calm.

    But yes, I VOTED. Proudly. With my ovaries firmly in place. Remembering my grandmothers and their deep satisfaction at having their choices really count. And answering my 12-year-old son’s question, “Mom, do you *have* to go vote?” with the explanation that nobody makes me vote, but as a citizen of this country I consider voting a privilege and a responsibility as well as a right, and nobody could keep me away from the polls.

  • Your comeback is priceless;) My kids began going with me to the polls when they were babies. They grew up thinking voting was mandatory. Shhhh…don’t tell them….they’ve never missed an election.

  • Voted. . .and PROUD to wear my “My Vote Counted!” sticker into the grocery store after. Loved your discussion with your girl.