I’m not talented enough to make this post about yesterday’s women’s march read elegantly. At the very least, I hope it’s earnest and coherent. I try to be as authentic as possible with my clients, so I guess it should follow that I show my true colours on my blog as well. After all, I don’t think you can truly support people and make them feel safe without doing that. I’ve always enjoyed taking care of people and supporting them in any way I can, and the miracles of pregnancy and childbirth have fascinated me for as long as I can remember. The choices women are able to make surrounding their pregnancies and birth (and the fact that we have these choices) have also, therefore, always been very important to me. When politics get in the way of letting me do what I do and letting my clients have what they want, I get angry.
That’s one of the reasons why I participated in the women’s march that happened yesterday in Nanaimo and all over the world. Because the new President of the United States has declared many times in speech and action that he does not value women’s minds, souls, or bodies. And that matters for Canadians because the POTUS is effectively the most powerful person in the world, and we are his neighbours. Yes, this is about my career and the women and families I serve. And it’s about my friends, family, and myself. It’s about women in Canada, North America, and around the globe. It’s also about their children and their partners. Women’s problems are everyone’s problems. Because its been proven time and time again that when women have access to the same rights and privileges as everyone else, we all benefit.
Today I watched the opening monologue from last night’s Saturday Night Live, which was hosted by Aziz Ansari. If you haven’t watched it, you should. I’ll wait here. Go on, have a little watchy-watch. The next paragraph will make more sense if you do.
When Aziz mentioned Chris Brown, the audience laughed. But I don’t think he was joking – I certainly saw the parallels. And it gave me pause for thought, because I have been known to cut a rug to CB’s music. Okay, many rugs if I’m honest. And what’s that saying about me? How is it that someone (and countless others in the music industry alone) who has done awful things to women doesn’t face the consequences of his actions and continues to be very successful? I have a role in that success; how do I justify that? I don’t have the answers, but I’m going to keep asking myself questions like these until I do. I don’t think real change is going to happen in our world until we are ready to honestly examine our individual ignorances and until we’re willing to search out, celebrate, and support individuals and organizations that stand for what is right.
In Summation, Women’s March = Fierce
I’m sure there is many a business course out there that would caution me against writing about politics on a client-facing blog. But, really, this isn’t a politically partisan blog post. I won’t tell you who I voted for in the last election, because it doesn’t matter. I think most of us agree that this has gone beyond the polarities of right and left and straight down into the realm of absurdity. I’m angry about this and that anger fuels my love for and loyalty to those around me. That was already pretty damn fierce to begin with. I spoke to many people yesterday who weren’t able to make it to the women’s march for whatever reasons. Good reasons. But this isn’t over and it won’t be over for a long time. There are and will be many ways to voice our support and solidarity for women. Stay angry, my friends, and keep loving. You can bet I’ll keep doulaing the only way I know how: fiercely.