Better Bitch, Than Mouse ~ Katrina Curtiss 9/19/2020

Better Bitch, Than Mouse ~ Katrina Curtiss 9/19/2020

It’s hard to write today.
Words seem far off in the distance.
Ruth Bader Ginsburg passed away last night at the age of 87.
It feels like I’ve lost a treasure and friend.

I’m at a loss, I feel robbed of my ability to grieve as it is replaced with fear and anger.
The politics of my country leave me exhausted, sad and disillusioned.

For in this time, any semblance of a protective mother is cherished.
Mrs. Ginsburg, to me represented a sense of protection regarding Women’s Rights and Equality.

I regaled in her achievements, was inspired by her strength and courage.
Who, I ask, shall replace her in my life, in yours, in ours?

I can only answer that question with, “I must, you must, we must!’

If ever there was a time that our country needed nurturing, now is the time.
If ever there was a time, that a mother’s kiss was needed, now is the time.
If ever there was a time that we need to speak up, now is the time.

Mrs. Ginsburg was once referred to as a “Bitch” by some of her college male colleagues, to which she replied, “Better Bitch, than Mouse.”
Those words strike me to my core.

Facebook, is no longer a “fun” place of sharing ideas, events and music. Instead it has become a rocky battle ground of attacks by strangers. Hurling punch after vicious punch at each other, seldom am I offered a civil debate. When offering to take the “discussion” into a private message setting, no offer has been accepted. It seems that if those who differ with my view, demand an audience upon my small stage. As a result, I’ve considered several times, of taking down my FB page, of becoming a “mouse.” But thanks to women of greater strength and courage than myself, I am inspired to continue to say my piece, which is offered in peace.

When I was young, there were two boys fighting in an empty lot, my mother stopped the car, and stopped the fight. I will always remember that moment, a time long before now.

It reminds me of our political climate, how many punches will be landed by our political parties, the media, ourselves? How much more of a “beating up” can we, as a country take?

What will it take for my country to come together in maturity and kindness and respect?

It’s my belief that in life, sometimes, we need to be broken to grow.
I believe we are broken, I believe we will grow.

Oh, how I miss the naivety of childhood, the dreams of tomorrow, the hope of a nation.

Please vote. Vote your conscious for a better world for our children, their children and ourselves.

As I write this, the vigil of thousands of mourners continue to gather in song and sadness outside of the Supreme Court to honor
the passing of Ruth Bader Ginsburg. (They’re currently singing “Imagine” by John Lennon)

Stay safe and healthy
Much Love, #girlwithguitar

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