Thanks, Playfriends, for havin’ the Bellas and me to the Sandbox today for our 3rd annual simul-blog! Grab a cabana boy – but only with his permission; we’re oglers, not mashers – order yourself a cyber-cocktail from Rodrigo (your online concierge) and start the party comments to win some swag. Trust me: I’ve chosen our serving boys carefully, selecting only those who fervently believe there’s nothing so sexy as a woman who reads romance, and who regularly enjoys a vigorous go of it (behind the polling-booth curtain)!
I am a political animal. Got some really strong views, none of which I’ll inflict on anybody while in professional guise. Yet, I’ll tell you what gets my red, white and blue Vickie’s Secrets in a non-partisan twist like nothing else: folks who kvetch and moan about candidates and the government, but never take part in the process.While it’s our First Amendment gar-awn-tee that lets us complain -- yet never bother with casting an actual ballot -- it’s the 19th Amendment that should nudge whatever part of our guilty consciences need nudging to get our peep-toe pumped tootsies over to the ballot box tomorrow.
103 years! That’s the small amount of time we chicks have been allowed to rock the vote. Well, except Native American women, who didn’t get the vote till after the 1924 act that made them citizens of, um, America.
It took a constitutional amendment to give you and me the luxury of blowing off voting tomorrow. And all “Suffragists” had to do to make that a reality was be demeaned, marginalized, and made willing fools of by the very U.S. government that protects the inalienable rights of all U.S. citizens.So, all these women fighting for a couple hundred years so you and I can vote – or not – leads my thoughts, naturally to one thing –
Sex.
Did it really take U.S. politicians a couple hundred years to realize how much more sex they’d get if they’d just give their babes the ballot? I mean, their wives all cannot have been happy that the guys were labeling Suffragettes unnatural, manly, an affront to what constitutes real and good and feminine women and wives.
And I’m thinking that even if a pol’s woman weren’t fighting for the right to vote, she just might have cut off the big guy in sisterly solidarity w/out his ever knowing the real reason. We’ve read enough romances with the same theme – a group of women leaving their menfolk high/dry to make a point – to know that form of civil disobedience can work to great effect. No wonder men never smiled in those old photographs!
Dayum, but we women do roar!What makes you proud to be a woman? What makes you feel most connected to your fellow chicks?” If you did have a cabana boy, what the heck would you do with him? (It’s money/mouth time, girlfriends)!
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