Know what today is...? Give up?
It's International Women's Day. (Yeah... really!)
The tradition started in 1910, but its roots were based in socialism, so for many years, only places like Russia and Eastern Europe paid any attention to it. That is, until 1977, when the U.N. finally climbed aboard, and officially proclaimed March 8 to thereafter be known as
International Women's Day.
So where's my damned cake?
A woman is like a teabag: you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water. [Eleanor Roosevelt]
Okay, no cake to go with my tea. (For now.) Nonetheless, I'll honor the day by telling you a little something about a little-known kick-ass American woman who deserves a spot in our history books.
Okay, quick: Who was the first woman in American history to run for national office?
If you said 1984 V.P. candidate Geraldine Ferraro...
you would be...
( Ding-Ding-Ding!) wrong.
She was the first to be nominated by a major party, but would you believe the first woman, who actually ran for President, did so fifty years before women were even granted the right to vote?
I kid you not. That lady had some serious kinda chutzpah.
In 1870, before she ran for office, she was the first woman to open a Wall Street brokerage firm. Made a boatload of money, too, some of which she used to become the first woman to found a weekly newspaper. The purpose of the paper was to support her run for office, and its primary interest was feminism. During its six years of publication, the paper covered such taboo topics as sex education, free love, women's suffrage, short skirts, spiritualism, vegetarianism, and licensed prostitution.
I used to be Snow White, and then I drifted. [Mae West]
At right is a Thomas Nast caricature of Woodhull, depicting her as Mrs. Satan. She's holding a sign that says, Be saved by FREE LOVE, and behind her is a woman, laden with children and a drunken husband. In the caption, the woman tells Mrs. Satan, I'd rather travel the hardest path of matrimony than follow your footsteps.
See? Not even the women of Woodhull's day supported her ideas. Not that it mattered... they couldn't vote.
Some people think having large breasts makes a woman stupid. Actually, it's quite the opposite: a woman having large breasts makes men stupid. [Rita Ruder]
But I said I was only gonna tell you a little something about Ms. Woodhull, so suffice it to say, she didn't receive a single electoral vote. Following the election, she said, The truth is that I am too many years ahead of this age and the exalted views and objects of humanitarianism can scarcely be grasped as yet by the unenlightened mind of the average man.
Okay, so I never said she was humble. But she was right. Many of the reforms she campaigned for, considered extreme and controversial in her time, later came to pass. By the way, know who her running mate was? Frederick Douglass... the first black man nominated for national office.
How do you know if it's time to wash the dishes and clean your house? Look inside your pants. If you see a penis in there, it's not time. [Jo Brand]
Well, it's not time for me to wash the dishes and clean house, either. Not yet. It's time to bake myself a damned cake. I am woman; hear me roar!
A woman should always know her place. Yep, by golly, a woman's place is in the House... and the Senate... and maybe someday... the White House.
So on this day, International Women's Day, let us raise a glass to all those wonderful women worldwide, both known and unknown, who spent (and continue to spend) their lives striving to make this world a better place, and who exemplify these words by Maya Angelou: ... you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific. [Lily Tomlin]
Oh, yeah... a timely reminder: Daylight Savings Time returns this weekend.
Okay, one final thing before putting this post to bed...
Tiny Harmonies bloghop kicks off today. Represented by the ultra-sweet marshmallow peep to the left, this hop is yet another brainchild of the ultra-sweet Suze.
The idea is for participants to write a haiku every Friday for the next few weeks, based on a prompt she will provide. This week, the prompt consists of a single word: origin. I decided to tie it in with the subject of my post.
With my deepest apologies to anyone who is actually good at these things, here is my tiny offering:
Brazen seeds of thought,
Sown now, bereft of sunshine,
Shall bloom in due time.
Until next time, take care of yourselves. And each other.
[Images come from Wikipedia, icanhascheezburger, and... Suze.]