You guys should know that I RAN to my computer to make this post. I recently found myself in my very first Facebook argument/discussion (SWIA seems to be having a lot of those these days) about the resent ruling of Hobby Lobby’s anti-contraception case. I don’t want to get into the details of this case, but the gist of it is that the Supreme Court ruled in favor of Hobby Lobby discriminating against covering birth control in the insurance for their employees. It’s astonishing to me the stigma we still carry against women that take birth control. It seems as if many people view it as an excuse for women to laissez-faire(ily?) sleep with as many random strange men as they please and have zero repercussions because of it. First of all, let me say, I don’t know any women that are on birth control that decide to take on multiple sexual partners because of their prescription. Second of all, I do know plenty of women that take birth control regularly as a result of life altering pains as a result of menstruation and endometriosis. Third of all, as a christian woman I believe it to be my personal mission to extend love and tolerance and acceptance to every human being regardless of what they do with their bodies. I could talk for hours on this subject (and please, if you wish to, email me at Katelynd.firstname.lastname@example.org), but that’s not what I wanted to discuss. What I came here to say is how thankful I am for the women in my life that have taught me to stick up for myself. As I was angrily typing away my beliefs on this event I couldn’t help but think “thank God someone taught me better”. Thank the Lord that I was blessed to be surrounded by people that showed me that not only is it okay to be myself with my beliefs, but that what I have to say is valid and important.
One of the people in my life that has single handily shown me the importance of my voice and opinion is my grandmother. Maureen Frierson is the official SWIA godmother for a reason. She showed me that even if I am different from everyone else, or have an unpopular opinion that the only option is to be the biggest version of myself I could possibly be and forget the rest. The confidence I have in being a strong and independent woman comes from her. The flower that grew in me that allowed me to stand up for my beliefs was a seed planted by her.
Meme (as I call her) was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. My father broke the news to me and I sat on the phone devastated and crying. I couldn’t even wrap my brain around what she must be going through. This was the woman that taught me how to host a party, how to set a table, how to deal with boys breaking my heart, how to wear see through fringe house coats to cocktail parties, and how to not give a FUCK! She is also the same woman that asked me to go shopping with her after her first round of chemo. Needless to say, this woman is a little firecracker. She knows who she is, and she absolutely refuses to apologize for being herself. She is SWIA embodied. If Meme hadn’t been in my life I cant imagine I would give a shit at all about the argument I was involved in today. But she is in my life, and she did teach me that people, gay, straight, married, virginal, or mothers, are worth fighting for. She taught me that I should be proud of who I am, and I should encourage others to feel the same. So if you are a supporter of SWIA, then you are also a supporter of Meme, and for that I thank you. I started this post out feeling like I could go on forever talking about women’s sexual health issues and ended it feeling like I could go on talking about the sheer magic that is my grandmother. I hope you all have a SWIA fairy godmother in your lives that that has shown you how totally cool it is to be yourself, no matter how weird and goofy that self is. I know I am the luckiest girl on the planet to have Meme as mine.
To all the supportive women in our lives that has made SWIA possible;