Today I will celebrate my ability to walk the streets of this amazing country with my legs and arms bare, and my face showing. Hell, I'd run around buck naked if I didn't think I'd gross people out.
Today I will revel in conversations with my husband - who sees me as his equal and never tries to quiet my words. Although he does groan from time to time at my off-color jokes.
Today I will tell off-color jokes that make my husband groan (and sometimes laugh while groaning).
Today I will worship at that bastion of capitalism, Wal-Mart, and buy goods - like peanut butter ice cream sandwiches and kitty litter and paperback books - with my hard earned cash just because I can.
Today I will not stand in line for a loaf of bread, or a bag of flour, or a pair of shoes. Well, except for the checkout line - in which I will happily stand because it means other people are shopping, too. Retail therapy... Ahhhh.
Today I will not weep for the thousands lost to this insanity. I will get pissed instead and I will rail against the oppressors of this world for being the fucked-up assholes that they are.
Today I will not ask permission from anyone to think, feel, and express myself in whatever way I see fit. As if.
Today, I will write. Because those countries who have sought numerous times to crush us wouldn't want me to do so. They'd want me to be a good little burka-wearing, eyes-averted, 'yes, sir, may I have another beating', quiet, mousy, little incubator for their future homicide bombers. Either that, or they'd want me dead.
Well, I don't think I'll accept that today. Or any other day. FYVM.
What will you do today?