
On Tuesday night, June 28th I was sitting on my couch decompressing from a busy day at work, contemplating what to eat for dinner. My wife was going to have the macaroni salad I’d made the night before. She loves the way I make it, but strangely it’s not my favorite dish. As I ran through food options in my mind, I began to shiver uncontrollably. And just like that, I had a high fever that I couldn’t kick for four days.
A home test the next day confirmed what I already knew. Covid. After over 2 years of miraculously avoiding it, it turns out I’m not invincible after all.
What changed? Maybe I can blame my recent public outings, having attended the mermaid and NYC pride parades, as well as a late night pride party at the Standard Hotel. I suspect I could have gotten it from a friend. In the height of my illness, he sent me a bizarre unsolicited email explaining that Covid was nothing more than a season flu, and the term was used by the media to stoke fear. Was there something more to this random anti covid rant? Was he trying to deflect that perhaps he and his family had this “seasonal flu” and he didn’t take care to protect his friends? It was useless to figure out. I could have contracted it from anywhere.
What changed was me. Four days before, the Supreme Court overturned Roe V. Wade and left me vulnerable and attenuated. I no longer mattered. I had no voice. And these people, these really religious people, had supreme power over me. This event became all consuming over my thoughts and emotions. I was at a loss over what to do ( I mean, really, what the fuck can I do?) and my now powerless being left my body defenseless. I got sick for the first time since 2019 when training for the NYC Marathon gave me a little head cold.
Covid got me very sick, fever spiking to 103.9 and dropping 5 lbs in 4 days fighting extreme, unrelenting nausea. It is not lost on me that some people wind up in the hospital on ventilators, and I’m beyond thankful that wasn’t my fate. Though the first four days I focused on simply not trying to vomit, by Saturday I felt enough respite that I could meditate on the very subject that got me so fucking sick in the first place. Women’s rights.
So many of us feel a loss for what to do. The establishment that should have protected us failed. It seemed useless to align myself with this party, or this organization, or donate here, or there. With NO disrespect to their efforts, I decided to continue as a lone wolf. Not that I want to be a lone wolf. Contacting organizations that exclude women seems like the most accessible and direct way that I personally can try to make a change. I feel alone because any social media posts summarizing my activities go unnoticed. Pictures of my kitty cat or the beef and broccoli I made in the instant pot garner 10 or 20 likes, while my feminist posts usually garner none.
These are some examples of how I try to illuminate the exclusion of women in media, music, sports and art. When I drive to work and notice a radio station only plays two women in the course of an hour, I call, email and post on their social media. I’m driven to act when I hear music pumping in a restaurant while eating dinner and not ONE artist is female. Pearl Jam followed by Aerosmith followed by Ed Sheehan followed by Van Halen. I mean these folks are reaching wayyyyy back into crappy fucking rock and roll history to avoid women, intentionally or not…where was I? Oh, i call the restaurant, and i find out who’s responsible for pumping the “modern muzak” through the sound system, then I call that company. Then there’s “Songwriter Magazine” who takes $30 from women and men to enter their “song lyric” contest, then only picks female winners 20% of the time. I went back and documented all their winners in a spread sheet. I’m not making it up. Some of the dude lyrics are horrible. Getting laid on the 50 yard line on a weeknight on the high school football field. Then they have the nerve to feature women songwriters in their ads soliciting for you to enter this trap. Ladies, save your money. It’s a female dead end.
Women’s RIGHTS need to be addressed, brought to light, as a SOLE focus. Yes, all lives matter, yes it also falls under an umbrella of human rights. But it is so pervasive, so swept under the rug, so under the radar for even the most progressive minded people. Not to mention that 50.5% of the population is female, so it effects the majority. We need to stop “bundling” it with other human issues, because in and of itself it deserves a LOT of time, energy, thought. And it’s actually REALLY EASY to pinpoint. Just notice what’s NOT there. Every time you hear your favorite news rattle off the male team wins in their sports segment, listen how they don’t report on women. What? women don’t play sports? I just saw a great wnba game, then soccer game on TV today.
And women, you have to stop excluding other women because their other agendas don’t match. Don’t disregard a woman because she loves Sanders, or Clinton, or she’s a democrat, or a communist or independent. The important thing is UNITY under the mission of FEMALE rights and voices. Whether you are a capitalist or a socialist, you need to unite. These ideals may seem at odds, but if YOU as a WOMAN don’t HAVE A VOICE, then it makes NO DIFFERENCE what you stand for. If you think otherwise, then your party and affiliation is USING YOU. They are USING YOUR commitment to YOUR rights and bundling it with their whole agenda.
Again women, I can’t stress this enough, don’t forget UNITY. I remember when I BEGGED the founder of the Michigan Womyn’s fest for my band to play back in the day. She grilled me on “what we did for feminism”. I explained that we had our own record label called 28 Days Records (named after the most feminine entity there is, the menstrual cycle). We endured the most unfair local press coverage, rock writers who compared us unfavorably to Steve Van Zandt, because we didn’t play our instruments as well. We wrote pretty decent songs encapsulating a uniquely female perspective. But this woman had had no intention of inviting us to play. She was toying with me. She already decided we weren’t feminist enough. She could have said the musical acts were already booked but instead went out of her way to make us feel unwelcome to HER feminist mission.
UNITY is something the Republicans have learned all too well. I am not idealistically aligned with any particular party, and as such, have friends of all affiliations. (Don’t get me wrong, I’m a Democrat but more as a strategic alignment, we’re not a perfect match) I am sometimes in awe with how many views I share with my Republican friends. Many of these women are 100% pro choice. I even know some sad circumstances where they themselves and/or their daughters have gotten abortions. If they were given a DIRECT say in the matter, they would NEVER support the overturning of Roe Vs. Wade. I’m sure they are horrified that their vote ultimately led to the overturn. But give them credit, the Republican party is great at UNITING people for political gain. Ultimately the extremists muted their moderate counterparts and weighed disproportionately on all smaller decisions leading to this major decision.
WOMEN, MOVING FORWARD, MAKE YOU A PRIORITY. If you are forced to put some other view aside for the sake of moving women’s rights forward, do it. It will all work out in the end, the other issues will come around. But DON’T say to yourself, “if i put these progressive issues first and fore most, it will work out in the end for women.” It won’t. The ONLY way to move our free will forward is to UNITE and FOCUS and PRIORITIZE WOMEN over all else.
As for me, I will continue to document and call out the blatant omission of women by radio station, sports newscasts, muzak, and on and on and on and on. Because this HUGE issue of Pro Choice is an issue of No Voice at the most granular level. And though I myself can’t overturn a supreme court decision, there IS something I can do, boiled down to little tasks. Document, call, email, post on social media when women are omitted. There is nothing that empowers me more than getting my own hands dirty in the soil of administrative duties. Even in the face of the most eviscerating public policy change, I feel a tinge of power.
If you look back on this blog, I usually meet creepy resistance. However, I once got the ear of John Montone at NYC’s premier 1010 news radio. And he called a meeting and the staff agreed to include more reporting on women’s sports! I will continue to write and produce songs on the subject. I know this is all falling on deaf ears. But if I could reach but ONE person, just ONE person, just ONE ONE ONE ONE ONE person and they make ONE observation of unfair representation of women, and just make ONE call, Just ONE call or email to that organization calling them out, just ONE social media post…..
Because women, we can no longer hide behind an organization, a party, an entity. We have to raise our voices as individuals and fight one battle at a time. You may ask yourself, who am I to say? I’m nobody really. One aging feminist songwriter who writes a blog that nobody reads and so has the smallest chance of making a change. As opposed to huge collectives and organizations like NOW & major political parties who have millions of dollars and resources and proved that they can’t make a change, either. The playing field has just been leveled and no time is better than now for all of us to fight collectively as individuals.