Celebrating diversity seems to have driven us farther from embracing unity. The more we celebrate our struggles, the more those struggle will be perceived and continued.
Where does it end? We have pride month, where I should be ashamed to be a straight woman. We have black history month, where I should be ashamed to be a white woman. We make such a fuss. Here's the problem for me.
When is women's month? We only got the right to vote just over 100 years ago. We still didn't have the right to own property in many states, and under various conditions after that. Our husband's could have us committed until at least 60 years ago. I don't even want to go into the latest messes. But, yet, no month.
Where is single mother's month? Talk about overcoming the damage of the white man... or even yet, single father's month?
What about Native People's month? Like they don't deserve recognition for being fucking slaughtered and destroying their culture.
How about Asian American's month? Umm... same.
What about firefighters month? Or first-responder's month?
How about doctor's and nurse's month?
What about executioners month?
Where can we find room for evangelist's month? Next to white supremicist's month? Or just after Jewish People's month?
How about sex-workers month? Or road workers month? When can we squeeze in a month to celebrate our modern boot leggers?
A month for cat ladies, a month for klansmen, a month for slim shadys, a month for vegans...
There are so many ways to live your little life. Celebrate each day, it is your right.
