There are many historical markers that people use to judge what generation a person is in. Were you born before or after WWII? Before or after Kennedy was shot? Before or after we landed on the moon? Before or after the Wall came down?
On Saturday, I was at the NARAL Prochoice VA Retreat and realized that there's another one:
I was born before "Roe".
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Why?
You all know how I feel about guns (short version, they're okay by me, but don't point them my way), but I don't understand why the sale and manufacture of clips to hold large amounts of ammunition for handguns is allowed.
What legitimate need does it fulfill? Hunting? Not with a handgun. Home defense? What, 9 or 11 bullets won't do? Militia duties? Again, not with a handgun.
The combination of an easily hidden handgun and a large clip of ammunition increased the scope of Saturday's tragedy.
So, why? What legitimate purpose did the availability of that clip serve?
(Yes, yes, I know that the ammunition clip didn't kill and injure the people at that event, that the shooter did. But he wouldn't have killed or injured as many people without that clip.)
My thoughts are with the friends, families, and victims.
What legitimate need does it fulfill? Hunting? Not with a handgun. Home defense? What, 9 or 11 bullets won't do? Militia duties? Again, not with a handgun.
The combination of an easily hidden handgun and a large clip of ammunition increased the scope of Saturday's tragedy.
So, why? What legitimate purpose did the availability of that clip serve?
(Yes, yes, I know that the ammunition clip didn't kill and injure the people at that event, that the shooter did. But he wouldn't have killed or injured as many people without that clip.)
My thoughts are with the friends, families, and victims.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Talking about a resolution
Loudoun Times Mirror's David D'Onofrio very kindly asked me to contribute to his collection of resolutions for Loudoun County!
What my last name means
Miller. It's a very common name. Easy to spell. Easy to say. Almost...anonymous in its plain-vanilla ordinariness.
My former last name was not at all common. I was the only person in America with my former full legal name. Even in the days before facebook, it was a very obvious name. Many people all over the country had heard of at least one person with the same last name and asked if I were related to that person (usually my father's oldest brother. If not, it was my uncle one brother up from my father).
When I got married, I was happy to take on the anonymity of Miller. There are names I would not have traded for. In fact, a former boyfriend had a common last name that suited him very well, but would not have suited me at all. At 4'11", one does not take on a name that means, "tall building".
Changing one's name on marrying was and is a very un-feminist thing to do, and I consider myself a feminist. But Miller as a name was pretty darn seductive to someone whose name had been forever a thing to reckon with. Even my father pronounces it differently depending on if he introduces himself as Bob (emphasis on last syllable) or Robert (emphasis on first). So believe me when I tell you that I did not change my name lightly or without a lot of thought.
As a feminist, I think I made the poorer choice, the choice that makes it harder for others to remain themselves if they wish.
Perhaps the better choice would have been for both of us to have changed our names to something like Brown or Jones. I don't know.
I know that I made the choice that felt right to me at the time, and that still feels right to me as a person.
And the fact that men, in general, don't have to think about this? Is a privilege I haven't got.
But here's the thing. I got married in New York State in 1996. If I had wanted to marry another woman, I wouldn't have been able to, and still could not in NY or VA. So the ease of changing my name through marriage? Is a privilege.
Funny that.
My former last name was not at all common. I was the only person in America with my former full legal name. Even in the days before facebook, it was a very obvious name. Many people all over the country had heard of at least one person with the same last name and asked if I were related to that person (usually my father's oldest brother. If not, it was my uncle one brother up from my father).
When I got married, I was happy to take on the anonymity of Miller. There are names I would not have traded for. In fact, a former boyfriend had a common last name that suited him very well, but would not have suited me at all. At 4'11", one does not take on a name that means, "tall building".
Changing one's name on marrying was and is a very un-feminist thing to do, and I consider myself a feminist. But Miller as a name was pretty darn seductive to someone whose name had been forever a thing to reckon with. Even my father pronounces it differently depending on if he introduces himself as Bob (emphasis on last syllable) or Robert (emphasis on first). So believe me when I tell you that I did not change my name lightly or without a lot of thought.
As a feminist, I think I made the poorer choice, the choice that makes it harder for others to remain themselves if they wish.
Perhaps the better choice would have been for both of us to have changed our names to something like Brown or Jones. I don't know.
I know that I made the choice that felt right to me at the time, and that still feels right to me as a person.
And the fact that men, in general, don't have to think about this? Is a privilege I haven't got.
But here's the thing. I got married in New York State in 1996. If I had wanted to marry another woman, I wouldn't have been able to, and still could not in NY or VA. So the ease of changing my name through marriage? Is a privilege.
Funny that.
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