No, not about my own uterus (which I *will* have taken out this November), but about the political climate. It is what makes me avoid talking to my mother and stepfather, who are not even nominally Republicans, because I find myself stepping in it all the time.
I see Romney and Ryan and I think about the rich kids I served while working in college - the kids who waved their parents' credit cards in my face with the "don't you know who I am?" smirks. I see the Obamas and I think about the smart kids I worked with - the ones who were going on to grad school on their own merits. I know who I want to represent me and that little hapa son of mine.
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