Girls v. Boys: Will the Boy Scouts ever be as awesome as the Girl Scouts?

Last year, I wrote about how much I loved being a Girl Scout (you can read about that here). It was such an awesome experience and now that I’m an adult, I love being able to look at the organization and support it’s message still. Empowering girls, teaching tolerance, and delicious cookies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After I wrote the article, I had a couple friends who were Boy Scouts saying the same things about their scouting days. For many of them, scouting was about empowering boys, teaching independence, and building friendships.

In fact, similar to my Girl Scout experience, sexuality was never discussed and exclusion was never an option. But for my Boy Scout friends, they can’t look at the organization as adults and be proud because the organization continues to support a shitty policy.

You see, in 2000, the Supreme Court upheld the Boy Scouts right to exclude members on the basis of sexual orientation in its Boy Scouts of America v. Dale decision . The court held that this right was found in the First Amendment, in the ability citizens have to engage in those rights that are protected under the First Amendment, like the right to associate

This freedom of expressive association also includes a freedom not to associate, as outlined in the Jaycees case in 1984. In the Jaycee’s case, the court outlines a whole bunch of requirements for protecting a group’s freedom to include/exclude persons but the main crux is that the group needs to engage in expressive association – basically, the group needs to have actual values that they’re furthering and control their membership based on those values.

In the Boy Scouts case, the court reaffirms this and lets the Boy Scouts choose to limit their membership to those who are furthering Boy Scout values. The Boy Scouts contended that, as a group, their official position was against homosexuality and that the purpose of the Boy Scouts was to “instill values in young people.” These values included the position against homosexuality. Accordingly, the court allowed the Boy Scouts to prohibit those who could not/would not further that position.

Recently, the Boy Scouts have come under fire for continuing to uphold this position. There have been multiple legal decisions furthering the rights of homosexuals, the mainstream media has embraced homosexuality as a sexuality and not as an aberration, and it seems like the Boy Scouts might soon be following suit.

On Monday, Deron Smith, a spokesperson for the Boy Scouts announced that after a two year investigation, the ban may be lifted noting that “[the decision] is a result of a longstanding dialogue within the scouting family. Last year, scouting realized the policy caused some volunteers and chartered organizations which oversee and deliver the program to act in conflict with their missions, principles, or ­religious beliefs.”

Sounds like progress to me.

What do you guys think of the Supreme Court’s decision to allow the Boy Scouts to discriminate? What do you think of the Boy Scout’s hopefully progressive decision?

I Make it Rain (Mostly on Abortion Access Non-Profits)

Thanks to Maya at Feministing, I now know that today is Giving Tuesday. Maya shared her reasons for giving to abortion access groups and inspired me to talk about why I give. So here goes…

I give because I can.

And I give to NARAL, Planned Parenthood, and the National Network of Abortion Funds because access to reproductive health care is a big fucking deal and too many women are losing that access because of systems of inequality in our lives.

If this is your first time reading the blog, I feel like I should give you the quick and dirty of my background.  I’m white, middle class, cisgendered, and educated – especially when it comes to issues of access to reproductive health care. In short, I get to carry a freakin’ Prada backpack of privilege around with me wherever I go.

A few months ago, me and my knapsack o’privilege made an appointment at the Planned Parenthood in downtown Boston for routine STI testing. In addition to being a vocal proponent of routine STI testing, I had just capped off a week of lecture on access to birth control and abortion in light of Supreme Court decisions and figured that I might as well practice what I preach.

On the Saturday in question, I bop over to the PP center, park my car, grab a coffee, and meander on down the street blithely oblivious to my surroundings. As I walk towards PP, I notice a bunch of people outside. I think to myself someone must be selling Girl Scout Cookies.

Seriously. This is my exact thought at this moment.

It wasn’t girl scout cookies. In fact, all of those people who I assumed were queuing up for cookies are pro-life protesters.

They have signs. They are yelling. Granted, they are not yelling at any particular person but they are still there.

I pause at the corner of the street and think about calling the police.

I pull out my phone to google “Massachusetts abortion clinic buffer zone”.

I frown at the protesters.

Two women in neon yellow vests are standing in front of the protesters. I walk towards them, they escort me in.

After I hand off my giant purse and jewelry to the security guard, I start to shake. I’m mad at myself for being hesitant. I’m mad at the protesters for breaking the 35 foot buffer zone law. I’m suddenly feeling very slut-shamed for even wanting to get tested. I start to worry whether anyone saw me walking into the center – do they think I need an abortion? I start to worry about my worrying about people thinking I’m having an abortion – what does that say about society’s view of abortion? About me and the way I let society influence my thoughts?

My artistic rendering of me and my thoughts.

I set off the metal detector with my giant watch.The security guard and I laugh.

The appointment itself is uneventful. I hand over my health insurance information which I’m lucky to be able to afford, speak with a doctor and nurse who look just like me, pocket all of the free condoms, and go on my way.

When I leave, the protesters are gone but all those feelings aren’t. I’m completely shaken by the experience and if I’m shaken, I can’t imagine what people who don’t have my shield of privilege must have felt like this morning.

How many women didn’t show up for their appointments because they were afraid the protesters would harm them? Or shame them? Or recognize them?

How many women left their appointments when asked for health insurance information because they didn’t have any? How many women didn’t bother to make an appointment because they knew they couldn’t afford the care?

How many women sat in the exam room unable to communicate with their doctor or nurse because they didn’t speak the same language? Or failed to share important information because of a cultural barrier?

I get it. Throwing money at a problem this vast, with so many intersecting issues, isn’t the whole answer, but it’s part of it.

So to help those who can work at coming up with answers, I donate.

To NARAL, so they can lobby Congress to support women’s right to choose.

To Planned Parenthood, so they can continue to provide a wide range of health services, including routine screenings for breast cancer and STI testing.

And to the National Network of Abortion Funds, so they can help fund abortions for women in need who cannot afford one.

Every Vote Counts: Guest Post by Valerie C.

So last night, huh?

I emerge from my champagne haze of happiness to introduce you to guest blogger Valerie C. Val is a Boston-based attorney with a committment to social justice and the perfect margarita and has penned her voting story for your reading pleasure. Read on, lovers.

 My day was all planned out.  Go into the office.  Tie up yesterday’s loose ends.  Leave for an extended lunch to vote, and then return to the office.  Easy enough, right?  Well, not so much. 

When I got the polling place, I tried to check in.  I was not on the list.  Did I panic?  Of course not.  This was the first time I was voting in my current state.  I came prepared with photo identification and a utility bill to prove my residence.  I was ready. 

When I didn’t appear on the first list, I was sent to the “inactive” table.  Was I on that master list?  No.  Did I panic?  No.  Ok that’s a lie; I panicked a little. 

So, I took a deep breath and filled out the forms for the provisional ballot.  I signed under the pains and penalties of perjury that I believe myself to be registered to vote.  I asked three different people for a pen, and I completed my provisional ballot.  I begrudgingly folded my two-page ballot and stuffed it into the Provisional Ballot envelope.  I was provisional ballot #13.  That can’t be good (unless you’re Taylor Swift).

What do you mean provisional ballot?  But what about the letter I received which congratulates me for registering to vote?  Oh, that was from a non-governmental non-profit which doesn’t follow local election rules.  Bummer.

What about the fact that 866-OUR-VOTE showed me in their records?  Oh, you mean the information reported to them isn’t officially sanctioned?  So their records don’t mean anything either?  Bummer again. 

I continued to swallow my constitutional pride, and accepted the fact that I would not be allowed to scan my ballot into the giant tally machine. 

I’ll cut to the chase.  After the following: driving from my office to my polling place to my house then back to the polling place then to City Hall, around town and back to City Hall – and two calls to 866-OUR-VOTE and two calls to my local Secretary of State’s office, the bottom line is my completing the provisional ballot was the right thing.  Now, I have to wait 2-10 days for the inquiry to be complete to see if my vote will ever be counted.

The thing is, I was prepared. I knew what to do. But how many other people were told the same thing and just walked away?  How many other people could not have afforded to take 3 hours off of work to do all of that footwork?  How many other people had the resources or simply the smart phone to research the proper next steps?  How many other impediments have people faced without the proper resources to fight back?  I fought back, and I still don’t know what will happen. 

I have always cherished my right to vote.  I have never had it challenged, and have exercised it freely in two states.  This should have been my third.  I take pride in voting my beliefs (even when I was in college and joined the Turn AZ Blue campaign – I’ll let you guess how that one turned out).  As a member of the legal community, I have always maintained my focus on championing the rights of all people.  I didn’t realize how much I take for granted until my right to vote was challenged today.

Want more info on election protection? Check out the following links.
 
Election Protection:   http://www.866ourvote.org/
National Association of Secretaries of State: http://www.nass.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=180&Itemid=391

Think Purple – October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month

I’m sure you’ve heard that October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month and are in the midst of purchasing every pink product put out by the gazillions of companies hoping to reap the benefits of increased sales based on the teensy share of their profits that will go towards cancer research, but did you know that October is also LGBT History Month?

And National CyberSecurity Awareness Month? And Filipino American History Month? And National Bullying Prevention Month? And National Arts and Humanities Month? And National Down Syndrome Awareness Month? And National Healthy Lung Month?

Oh and also National Domestic Violence Awareness Month?

No? I know it’s hard to keep track of all the things we’re supposed to be aware of in any given month – I mean, I am barely aware of my own surroundings. (Seriously, I have had a poster hanging in my office advertising a luncheon with a prominent feminist academic since 2008 and only last week did I notice that this prominent academic also happens to be a friend’s sister.) But I will be the first to point out that it’s pretty shitty that all these other things get brushed under the rug by the power of pink.

Especially when some of these things are already regularly brushed under the rug. Like domestic violence.

See the thing is that we live in a culture where sex and violence have become horrifyingly and inextricably linked. I’m not talking about fuzzy handcuffs and 50 Shades fantasies; I’m talking women being equated to prey and this system of beliefs that exist that encourages male sexual aggression and supports violence against women. The message that’s being blasted that violence is seen as sexy and sexuality is seen as violent.

Think I’m being an alarmist? Did you see the most recent cover of French Vogue?

Sure, for some this harkens thoughts of Christian Grey and consensual kink, but the image by itself is irresponsible at best and downright dangerous at its worst. In an open letter to Conde Naste, anti-domestic violence groups write “This truly disturbing image of a woman being choked sends a dangerous message to anyone who sees this magazine – that choking is a sign of passion rather than violence.”

And images like this one, together with the constant connection between sex and violence, are doing a bang-up job of desensitizing society.

Take Mandy Stadtmiller ’s recent conversation with Naomi Wolf for xoJane about Wolf’s new book, Vagina. Wolf talks about how desensitized people have become to violence: “So, with rape jokes, if you’re in an environment where your vagina is being demeaned, humiliated, targeted, or at Yale, where the boys were chanting, “No means yes, and yes means anal,” or with comedians. These are strategic; they may not be conscious, but they’re strategic. Because it’s stressing out your autonomic nervous system all day long, in such a way that, over time, it dials down your well-being sexually, and it dials down your well-being in other ways; because if you want to target a woman’s brain, you target the vagina.”

Or the most recent “rape joke” fiasco, the flyer posted in a men’s dorm room bathroom at Miami University offering pointers on the “Top Ten Ways to Get Away with Rape” including roofies and breaking and entering.

So maybe it shouldn’t be shocking to me that we’ve all become so desensitized that we’re ok with linking violence to sex or that we continue to live in a culture where we perpetually blame the victim. Just last week, I was going over a case that established that consent can be withdrawn during sex and students hemmed and hawed over this finding. Did she really say no? Maybe she was just feeling guilty because he wasn’t her boyfriend?

Wait.

No. I don’t want to live in a world like this and neither should you. Because lurking behind rape culture, hiding in the victim blaming, and masquerading as something that doesn’t happen to normal people exists domestic violence.

Because every 9 seconds in the US, a woman is assaulted or beaten. Around the world, at least one in every three women has been beaten, coerced into sex, or otherwise abused in her lifetime. Because every day in the US, more than 3 women are murdered by their husbands or boyfriends. Because on average, 24 people PER MINUTE are victims of rape, physical violence, or stalking by an intimate partner.

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Let’s stop ignoring the problem.

For resources, please visit the following safe-spaces:

If you need immediate assistance, dial 911.

The National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) or http://www.thehotline.org/

Rape, Abuse, Incest National Network: 1-800-656-HOPE or http://www.rainn.org/

Werewolf Bar Mitzvah, Spooky, Scary

Halloween is fast appoaching! There are so many things I love about Halloween:

  • Watching Hocus Pocus
  • Going to haunted places
  • Judging people for eating candy corn
  • Dogs in costumes

But there is one thing I HATE about Halloween… and that’s coming up with a costume for myself.

You see, I am friends with really creative people. For past Halloween celebrations, we’ve had some awesome topical and not-so topical, but still hilarious costumes including: Crazy Claire from LOST complete with cabbage patch baby, Theo Epstein, Cash Cab, and of course, Hannah Montana (my friend Hannah literally just put a Hello My Name Is… sticker on her jacket that said Montana).

Last year, I went as Pippy Longstocking and even though I loved my costume, it took me forever to come up with it. The glasses were not part of the costume…

And because I am lazy, I would really rather just buy a costume rather than to create one, but every year I run into the same dilemma. Stores only seem to sell “sexy” costumes for women.

Don’t believe me? Here’s a link to the Spirit Halloween store where I go EVERY SINGLE YEAR to try and buy a costume and fail miserably. Why? Because my options include: Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader, Harlequin Clown, Sexy Chucky, Sultry SWAT Officer, and a Sexy Scary Clown.

(Seriously? What does “sexy scary clown” even mean? Clowns are terrifying. Not sexy.)

Inevitably, I get incredibly frustrated, begin loudly lamenting that I just want to dress up as something for Halloween, not necessarily a sexy something, and then swing wildly in the other direction trying to come up with a non-sexy and super feminist costume. Like a uterus. Or Elizabeth Cady Stanton.

So in the interest of not being a sexy houseplant for Halloween, I’ve come up with some alternatives to the sexy costume standards.

  • Lindsay Lohan and Amanda Bynes – Roommate is a blonde, so this would work perfectly. We’ll both make cardboard cars to “ride” around in all night and get wasted.
  • Ruth Bader Ginsberg – when I get drunk, I make people listen to my ridiculous SCOTUS analysis for civil rights issues anyway, why not wear a black robe and pretend I’m doing it to be funny?
  • Suri Cruise – Black wig, impossibly perfect outfit, sour look on face. Will offer continuous judgment of others a la Suri’s Burn Book throughout the night.
  • Jesus’s Wife – period clothing, papyrus referencing my existence, hourly jokes about how tough it is to deal with my father in law.
  • Picnic Table – this was my favorite costume as a kid, so I might have to bring it back. This time, the food will be real. Nom nom nom.

This is all I’ve got for now and I’m actually kind of excited about all of these costumes. Now I just have to get started making one of them. Good thing I’ve got a month!

What are your suggestions? What are you going to be for Halloween? And I suppose since I brought it up, WHY ARE WOMEN REQUIRED TO BE SEXY THINGS FOR HALLOWEEN?!

(S)he’s so lucky, (s)he’s a star…

In Massachusetts, we’re watching the race for US Senate unfold as Republican Senator Scott Brown and Democratic hopeful Professor Elizabeth Warren battle for the seat. I’ve been really caught up in the presidential election and will admit to not having enough information about either candidate to pass judgment.

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If you’re in the same boat as me, I have a solution to fix it! Last night the two candidates squared off in their first live debate. I’ll be watching and catching up on the race today so, if you’re interested, check out video of the debate here. Interestingly, polls today suggest that the candidates remain evenly tied.

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In the interim, without offering an opinion either way, the only thing I can say with certainty is that we are lucky here in Massachusetts to have two candidates willing to fight for women’s rights. Rock on Scott and Liz.

I am Woman, Hear Me Roar.

I just can’t.

I have spent the last week+ staring, mouth agape at the internets, news outlets, and twitter trying to formulate a coherent response to the absolutely horrifying comments made by Todd Akin, Paul Ryan, Steve King and a whole bunch of other people on both party lines. And I just can’t.

But, Erin Gloria Ryan over at Jezebel has done a pretty phenomenal job putting my thoughts into words (I am sort of concerned she has burrowed into my brain), so instead of continuing to try to respond, I will quote her:

“What needs to happen before spouting ignorant, anti-woman crap in public is uniformly met with the same sort of derision we now reserve for politicians who appeal to ethnic stereotypes during drunken tirades? How much longer are we all going to have to stay angry, after our mothers spent their lives angry? And is it even working?

Eventually a person gets to the point where they can longer withstand the constant blitzkrieg of bullshit. So, Steve King, Todd Akin, and shouty Twitter conservatives: you win. Rape outrage limit reached. I have given this all of my fucks, and the fucks I have given are still not enough fucks. So many more fucks need to be given, and I have exhausted my fuck supply. The fucks are on backorder. Employees are working overtime to restock my fucks, but in the meantime, please accept this 10% off coupon while we wait for the fucks to arrive via FedEx. I’ll be over here, drinking wine from a Pac Man mug and watching cartoons.”

Just replace “Pac Man mug” with “Bob Marley mug” and “watching cartoons” with “watching That 70′s Show” and her response is exactly what I have been thinking.

While Erin and I spend some time refueling our fuck supply, I thought you should know that there are lots of really really really awesome people out there with unlimited awesomeness that they continue to share with society in spite of the glut of women-hating politicians and pundits running around spewing hate.

So if you need to take a break from being angry/sad/horrified, check out just a few of my favorite (feminist) organizations – these people inspire me to keep on keepin’ on, so I’m sure they’ll help combat your war on women fatigue:

Hollaback! (Wooo woo!)

“Hollaback is a movement to end street harassment powered by a network of local activists around the world.  We work together to better understand street harassment, to ignite public conversations, and to develop innovative strategies to ensure equal access to public spaces. By collecting women and LGBTQ folks’ stories and pictures in a safe and share-able way with our very own mobile phone applications, Hollaback! is creating a crowd-sourced initiative to end street harassment. Hollaback! breaks the silence that has perpetuated sexual violence internationally, asserts that any and all gender-based violence is unacceptable, and creates a world where we have an option—and, more importantly—a response.”

Girls, Inc.

Girls Inc. inspires all girls to be strong, smart, and boldSM through life-changing programs and experiences that help girls navigate gender, economic, and social barriers. Research-based curricula, delivered by trained, mentoring professionals in a positive all-girl environment equip girls to achieve academically; lead healthy and physically active lives; manage money; navigate media messages; and discover an interest in science, technology, engineering, and math. The network of local Girls Inc. nonprofit organizations serves 125,000 girls ages 6 – 18 annually across the United States and Canada.

RH Reality Check

RH Reality Check is an online community and publication serving individuals and organizations committed to advancing sexual and reproductive health and rights. Protection is our watchword—we are contributing to the global effort to empower people with the information, services and leadership they need to safeguard their sexual and reproductive health and rights and to guard against false attacks and misinformation.
RH Reality Check exists as a resource for evidence-based information, provocative commentary, and interactive dialogue. We enjoyed the support of the UN Foundation and the editorial independence entrusted to us for six years, from 2006-2012. In January 2012 we branched off officially as our own independent 501 c3 (non-profit) organization, and that’s what we are today.
The Crunk Feminist Collective (CFC) will create a space of support and camaraderie for hip hop generation feminists of color, queer and straight, in the academy and without, by building a rhetorical community, in which we can discuss our ideas, express our crunk feminist selves,  fellowship with one another, debate and challenge one another, and support each other, as we struggle together to articulate our feminist goals, ideas, visions, and dreams in ways that are both personally and professionally beneficial.
The FBomb.org is a blog/community created by and for teenage girls who care about their rights as women and want to be heard. The main purpose of the fbomb is to create a community and dialogue amongst teenage girls, and therefore any and all submissions are accepted on an ongoing basis. There is no limit for the number of submissions per person and multiple submissions and submissions sent over time are encouraged.
There are so many super rad organizations out there supporting girls and women so it was kinda hard to just pick a few of my favorites, but I think you get the point.
Yes, there is a war on women, but look at our army. We rock.
What are some of your favorite organizations, blogs, collectives by and for women? I’m always on the lookout – please share!
And ok… I do have one thing to say about the whole media mess:

Kramer v. Kramer meets Goodfellas and a family is torn apart

I’ve been teaching law for nearly five years now  and during that time I’ve introduced the Miller v. Jenkins debacle to countless students. And prior to teaching, while I was a student myself, we talked about the Miller v. Jenkins case in class. So you can see that this has been going on for a very long time, judging by the depth of the wrinkle in my forehead.

Exhibit A: Wrinkle from years of disbelief re: Miller v. Jenkins

If you’re not familiar with the Miller v. Jenkins case, I’ll bring you up to speed. Janet Jenkins and Lisa Miller were once a happy couple. The pair met in Virginia in 1997 and were united in civil union in Vermont in 2000. In 2002, Lisa and Janet decided to have a child and Lisa was impregnated through in vitro fertilization after both Janet and Lisa chose a donor. When Lisa gave birth later that year in Virginia, Janet was in the room.

The new family then moved to Fair Haven, VT so they could raise their family in a state that sanctioned their civil union. In 2003, Lisa attempted to get pregnant again, but suffered a miscarriage. In September of 2003, Janet and Lisa separated with Janet signing a promise to pay child support and an agreement that she would stay in her daughter’s life. In 2004, a Vermont court formally dissolved Janet and Lisa’s civil union and granted custody to Lisa with visitation rights to Janet.

This all seems pretty standard, right? Even if we look at it through a lens of heteronormativity – pair are married, have a kid, get divorced, custody to utero-mom with visitation to “dad”.

But things got ridiculous. Lisa moved to Virginia, a state that does not recognize civil unions or same-sex marriage. Even so, Janet would drive from Vermont to Virginia to visit her daughter, often making the ten-hour trip only to discover that Lisa had “disappeared” with their daughter before Janet got there. Lisa continued to block Janet’s visits until she teamed up with lawyers from Liberty Law School, Reverend Jerry Falwell‘s law school in Virginia, and filed suit in Virginia court seeking to determine that Janet is not a parent and is therefore not entitled to visitation or any parental rights.

Because of the federal Defense of Marriage Act, which allows individual states to define marriage as between a man and a woman, Virginia was free to say no to same-sex marriage. And because of the DOMA, Virginia could also refuse to recognize a same-sex marriage valid in another state. As a result, Lisa, her attorneys, and Reverend Falwell could all argue that Janet should not be considered a parent to Isabella because Isabella was the biological daughter of Lisa and not Janet. In addition, Lisa’s legal team could argue that Janet should have no rights to Isabella because there was no valid union between Lisa and Janet.

Initially, the Virginia court sided with Lisa and said that Janet was not a parent to Isabella. So Janet didn’t see her daughter for 2 years.

Now, everyone knows that family law issues are messy, but they are especially messy for same-sex couples because a lot of our legal assumptions in custody and parenting issue are based on heterosexual relationships. For example, if a man and a woman are legally married and the woman has a child, it is legally presumed that the husband is the father. Presumptions like that don’t necessarily exist for same-sex couples.

Not only that, but with custody and divorce disputes there are all of these rules that lay out where you can bring your case. And if you bring your case in the wrong state, that court can’t make a decision… even if that court is Virginia and wants to make a point to preserve heterosexual marriage.

And that’s what happened here. The Virginia Supreme Court ruled that Vermont still had jurisdiction over the custody dispute, regardless of DOMA and Virginia’s stance on same-sex unions. So the case goes back to the Vermont court and they set up a new schedule of visitation for Janet and Isabella.

But Janet never got to see her daughter. Lisa began blocking visits. And once the Vermont court threatened to transfer custody to Janet because of Lisa’s failure to follow court orders, Lisa and Isabella disappeared. With the help of Kenneth Miller, a Mennonite minister from Virginia, Lisa and her daughter fled to Nicaragua .

And Janet hasn’t seen her daughter since.

On Tuesday, Kenneth Miller was convicted of orchestrating Lisa and Isabella’s disappearance and faces up to 3 years in prison. That same day, Janet’s attorney’s filed suit against Lisa Miller, Reverend Falwell, Liberty University School of Law, Falwell’s related ministries, and several individuals who helped Lisa and Isabella escape. The lawsuit alleges violations of RICO, the federal Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act, by the defendants through conspiring to and carrying out kidnapping, money laundering, and mail fraud.

Lisa and Isabella are thought to be somewhere in Nicaragua, but their exact whereabouts are unknown. Interpol and the FBI have gotten involved and there are a whole bunch of lawyers on either side fighting back and forth. But at the end of the day this whole mess has just one result.

Janet Jenkins is unable to see her daughter.

 

NFL: 1, Congress: 0

Pre-season football has started again and here in New England, we are ALL ABOUT IT. I won’t pretend to know anything about football, but growing up in Boston means that the Patriots are a constant background buzzing, even if you aren’t a die-hard fan.

You know what I mean – you can identify Belichick’s gruff mumble “well, uh, we did our best but we’ve got some things to work on and we’ll continue to address that” faster than the opening beats of Call Me Maybe, you have a grubby old logo Patriot’s hoodie in your dresser just waiting for cold fall games, and you can still remember where you were the night Adam Vinatieri kicked the field goal in the snow bowl.

And it is with that constant buzz of Patriots that we carry on with our daily lives, any Patriots-related news item peaking our interest. Which is why the news of Chad “OchoCinco” Johnson’s arrest for assaulting his wife and his subsequent drop from the Dolphin’s roster is even on my radar.

I won’t pretend to know why he legally changed his name to Ochocinco, although I have a vague idea that it has something to do with his number on whatever team he played well for before coming to the Patriots. I won’t pretend that I know his statistics while he played for the Pats (or if I did, what they mean), but I do know that when I did see him play, no one seemed to be impressed. And I won’t pretend to have known that he ended up being picked up by the Dolphins.

But I do know this: he was arrested for head-butting his wife on Saturday during an argument. And then, the Dolphins cut him from the roster. It’s a swift message from the Dolphins that Johnson isn’t worth the baggage he comes with, but it can also be viewed as a message that domestic violence will not be tolerated by the organization.

If only Congress could act as quickly as the Dolphins to send the same message. In April of this year, I blogged about the Reauthorization of the Violence Against Women Act. To date, Congress has still not signed the VAWA into law. In fact, unless something changes, it seems unlikely that the VAWA will be signed anytime soon. You see, members of Congress are currently home with their families, possibly until after Labor Day… and then Congress will be in session for just a few weeks in September, heading home until after the elections.

The Violence Against Women Act was first passed in 1994. Since its passage, programs at the state and national level have dramatically improved the national response to domestic violence, sexual assault and stalking. Reporting of domestic violence has increased as much as 51%, all 50 states have passed laws making stalking a crime and strengthened rape laws, and intimate partner homicide has decreased by 34% for women and 57% for men.

But VAWA needs to be reauthorized in order to continue to build progress towards ending domestic violence. With the reauthorization, funds will be available to meet the unmet needs of domestic violence victims, including the 25% of victims who remain on wait lists for crisis center services. Not only that, but the reuthorization of VAWA will include protections and services for LGBTQ victims who are dramatically underserved and often discriminated against when seeking services.

It’s time for Congress to send the same message that the Dolphins have – domestic violence will not be tolerated.

So talk to your Congress persons and put pressure on them to pass a comprehensive Reauthorization of VAWA. For information on the current status of the reauthorization, a helpful tool kit for talking to your Congress person, personal stories, and statistical information, check out the National Task Force to End Sexual and Domestic Violence Against Women’s 4VAWA website: http://4vawa.org/

My middle name is Xcellent.

Hooray! Obama paid for my birth control yesterday!

Ok. I know he didn’t really. But I also know that the birth control mandate isn’t an attack on America, like “December 7th, that’s Pearl Harbor Day. [or] September 11th, the day the terrorists attacked” like Representative Mike Kelly, a republican from PA seems to think.

While Representative Kelly’s remarks have drawn criticism from both sides of the aisle, the birth control mandate and the Affordable Care Act remain contentious and hotly debated.

But no matter where you stand, the ACA pushes for equality. In fact, the ACA and the birth control mandate take giant leaps to stop having a case of vagina from being a pre-existing condition. Under the health care law, discrimination against women is illegal in the insurance market. Insurers can’t charge women more than men just because they’re women.

Not only that but a whole bunch of services that are essential in helping women to stay healthy are now being covered without co-pays.  This is in addition to other important services for both men AND women that are being covered without copays, like cholesterol screenings and flu shots.

And that’s still a reason for celebration.