Every day I just get more confused. I don’t understand . . .
- why who someone loves and chooses to spend his/her life with makes any difference to other people
- why it matters more who you know than who you are
- why money means more than who you are
- why women are still perceived as not equal
- why men are so afraid of women’s power
- why we are forced to “opt out” rather than “opt in”
- why my body, and what I do with it, has anything to do with anyone but myself and my family
- why there are so many women who support the subjugation of other women (as long as their individual power is not touched, of course)
- why poverty is blamed on the poor, when the system works against them
- why the rich get richer and the middle class disappears
- why racism still exists in a world where the only difference between races is color of skin
- why being different is seen as something bad
- why certain beliefs should be seen as more right than others. I simply don’t believe that. What I believe is what I believe. What you believe is what you believe. And as long as those beliefs don’t hurt each other, that shouldn’t be a problem. But now, it seems that in some belief systems it is perfectly acceptable and encouraged to hurt anyone who believes differently.
- why all the foods that are bad for you taste so good
- why I usually like my nurse practitioners more than I like my doctors
- why I can accomplish more when I have more to do, and I can’t seem to write when I give myself a break from blogging daily.
All these questions and more floated through my head today as I had a sort of surreal medical experience. (Sorry guys, if you don’t want to read about women’s issues, stop here).
I lay on the table at the OB/GYN, legs in stirrups, as my wonderful new Nurse Practitioner exchanged my expired birth control for a new one. Now, that’s not unusual, except that this was happening in the environs of what I assumed was a Catholic hospital.
“Is this a Catholic hospital?” I asked.
“Yes it is.”
“So how are you able to do this?”
“We got special permission. These things can only be done within these four walls,” she said, indicating the small suite of examination rooms we were in. “If you wanted it done in the greater hospital, it couldn’t happen. We don’t even have access to hormones there.”
Surreal, isn’t it?
I suppose the battles between religion vs. science, common sense vs. faith, believers vs. non-believers, owners vs. workers, powerful vs. powerless, etc. will continue on ad infinitum until humankind destroy’s itself completely.
I suppose that makes sense, but I still don’t get it. Can anyone explain?