I woke up this morning to news that history had been made while I was sleeping. It would now be legal for me to marry Wendy Davis. Because she is freaking awesome. I'm not gay though. And I'm not attracted to blondes. So, maybe this week I'll just wear a rainbow scarf and pink tennis shoes in honor of those folks who care about the rights of others. I try to never talk about politics because I feel like I'm not smart enough to argue with angry people who sound like they want to kill me. I keep erasing stuff I write about Rick Perry because I want to be one of those positive peaceful people. And not get assaulted. How about just one word? "Douche." There, I said it. You know you were thinking it though. I could make it into positive statement. Like "I would love Rick Perry to be douched from Texas, with a delicately fragranced fresh and gentle formula of cleansing liquid." See - I'm totally positive and peaceful! I'm so proud of and happy for so many people today. Wendy Davis, you know, has a backbone made of steel. Literally. I am just like her in some ways. I get filibusterish after too many Starbucks. But I do take bathroom breaks. Seriously though, today I am thankful for the empathetic, kindhearted, brave and just people in the world for reminding us that we were all created equal. Except for... well you know who. He's a douche. Crap. I did it again. I really am a positive peaceful person. Mostly. I wish for you, Reader, the knowledge of knowing that you are not alone in this world, even if it feels like it right now, because in a split second, everything can change. There are some truly courageous people in this world, and one of them is you.
