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>> Monday, September 15, 2008 – 

Eve Ensler (author of the vagina monolgues) on Sarah Palin and feminism.

Palin bothers me, moreso than McCain. I simply disagree with McCain's policies but Palin's disregard for select parts of the constitution and basic womens rights stemming from her personal religious beliefs really gets to me. It gets to me because she is a woman. It makes me sad and angry all at once. She has every right to believe what she would like, but when that encroaches on my rights she's gone too far.

But what can I do? I can't vote this year because I don't yet have my citizenship. For now I have absolutely no say in the country that my son and future children will no doubt grow up in.

>>  Posted by satakieli at 8:37 PM |   |  send email  | 

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

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