Women Like Us
Post-Roe. We are Post-Roe. Let that sink in. Let it be known that our rights have been stolen by our own justices. There is no justice. There is no peace. I woke up this morning after a long day of celebratory drinking. It was the 4th of July weekend and prosecco and oj are an essential to delude ourselves that we live in a world that is carefree and well, free. I walked around my home at 6AM and as the soft marine layer cast the most calming grey light across my face, what I saw in the mirror was something familiar. My morning energy. Suntanned and still youthful and still here to be reckoned with. I walked through my 2 bedroom apartment on the beachside of Santa Monica like a woman with rights. I brushed my hair and dressed for coffee-- down by the beach. I would go later and I would wear my green scarf, I said to myself. I live alone, and in that, I echo the life of Gloria Steinem, in that, I am here, in this very way, because of her and women like her. They shifted the psyche of Am
