This has never been a political blog and, unless a psychic or shaman is elected in the future, never will be. But I’d be remiss in not acknowledging how the Trump-on-the-bus episode has made me think about being a woman in this world. Have I been treated with disregard or disrespect on the street, in a conference room, in relationships because I’m a woman" Not often. Not really. I have never felt shorted on the job, been denied an opportunity, rarely been ogled in away that made me feel uncomfortable (one of the few benefits of not having breasts"), or been treated as less by the men in my life because I’m a woman. In fact, I’ve been harboring a hint of guilt for not having my own sex-shaming story to corroborate, like my dear friend Caroline, who was raised in an religiously conservative Midwestern community that continues to place a higher value on males (you can hear her uncensored story on the Liturgist’s ‘Woman’ podcast). What I have become keenly aware of, however, are the other ways in which I give away my power. Do any of these scenarios sound familiar"
Not saying something when you see something. A parent yelling at a child at Target. A pet owner being physically abusive with a dog in public. It’s not your business, but what about when it feels like your place" Safety first, always, but sticking up for someone who can’t stick up from themselves is one of the most powerful uses of...