Statues and ferries and girl power!

Last week, I visited the Statue of Liberty. As you do.

It was part of a three-day whirlwind trip to NYC with a friend. And for those keeping score at home, yes, this is how I used my frequent flyer miles instead of buying a Barbie house/chicken coop.

Anyway, we’d both seen Lady Liberty before but neither of us had actually been to Liberty Island. So, we braved the crowded ferry and got our audio guides and walked around what is truly a big statue.

She’s tall.

The audio tour was bossy as hell. “Turn to your left. Look up. Now look away! Now walk three steps to your right! Now look up! I said look up! Doooo eeeeeeet!”

Combine all the directions with tourists who insisted on having their photos taken about every 10 feet so as to capture a different angle of the statue and, well, we were kind of over the whole deal.


The audio guide did drop a bombshell. And that bombshell was that when the Statue of Liberty was officially unveiled in 1886, no women were allowed at the ceremony.

According to wikipedia, the official line was that event coordinators were worried the fragile ladies would be crushed in the crowd, what with the strapping menfolk being so caught up in life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. A group of suffragettes chartered a boat and had their own ceremony, cheering liberty being personified as a woman. Oh, and talking about how women should be able to vote.

It only took 35 more years!

So, today, I’m thinking about that men-only ceremony to fete freedom, of all things. And I’m thinking about my grandma, who was born before women had the right to vote. And I’m thinking about my mama and the misogynistic treatment she endured in the workplace. And I’m thinking about how a kid at school told me I was “just a girl” and so what I thought didn’t matter. And I’m thinking about a young friend who recently told me she’d had a similar experience. Now. In 2016.

But mostly, I’m thinking about how a woman is about to become a major party’s candidate for president of the United States. In some ways, it doesn’t seem like a huge deal – she got the most votes. She’s mega-qualified. Cool.

Except it is a big deal. It’s a huge deal. Because think of all the girls who now get to grow up thinking it’s not a big deal. Of course a woman can be president. It would be silly to think otherwise!

I’m proud. I’m sad it’s taken this long. I can’t believe half the human race is still treated like less-than. I’m glad we’re shifting, slowly but surely, to full-fledged people.

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  • Reply Heather D Nelson July 28, 2016 at 10:50 pm

    Yeah! Girls! Have been Meh on Hillary as of late, but then I was like, wait a mo'…GIRL POWER! My daughter can be freaking PRESIDENT now…well, not right now…because, Hillary. But someday.

  • Reply Shannan July 29, 2016 at 5:43 am

    Thank you for this – you said it all so well. I was also thinking it wasn't a big deal, until I saw it and I realized, in the words of Joe Biden, this is a big f-ing deal.

  • Reply Becky July 29, 2016 at 12:35 pm

    A facebook friend posted something about if Hillary gets elected, our children will remember a black man as president, followed by a woman, with little to no memory of a white, male president in their time. That's a pretty big deal.

    Girl Power!

  • Reply Green Girl in Wisconsin August 1, 2016 at 10:37 pm

    I don't think younger women appreciate the importance of this moment as we do and as our elders do. We've come a long way, baby. Still a ways to go, but we're getting there and this moment is a really big deal in the process.
    (Fun fact: I wear my Notorious RBG T-shirt regularly to school just to educate the youngsters. I start by saying when they ask, "Doesn't everyone have a favorite Supreme Court justice?" then I lay down her quote about when there will be enough women in the court.)

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