Author: Laurel Johnson

#WhyIMarch: I marched for the Equal Rights Amendment. And I’ll keep marching ’til we get it right.

I’m looking forward to walking with so many beautiful women on a beautiful day (in January! I know!) at the Women’s 1/21 March on Chicago. Why I march: women still do not have equal rights. Yes, the “pussy grabbing” tape was my trigger, but that’s the symptom of diseased thinking. This is bigger than a single president. Many still believe it is ok to sexualize and demean women. Who can forget the poignant stories behind #YesAllWomen, #notok, #RapeCulture, #EverydaySexism, #NoEsNo. Or the fact that 70,000 rape kits (that we know of) still haven’t been processed. That’s just my middle class perspective. Other women face forced child marriage, sex slavery, genital mutilation and far worse than the typical Chicago woman. Protests work. Eventually.  I marched for the Equal Rights Amendment (more years ago than I care to admit). At that time, the local police force was all male, there wasn’t a term for sexual harassment, rape was not yet defined as a violent crime, physicians (male, of course) were dismissive, and women who spoke up were …

Friend of a friend

Originally posted on Danny Gregory:
So, recently, a business associate told me I should further develop my network on LinkedIn. I know that’s sort of a horrible sentence but there you have it. I have business associates and they advise me to do things that probably have some purpose beyond my understanding. Generally I am okay with following their directives so long as they don’t involve public nudity or large amounts of money. They know more than me about some stuff. The way LinkedIn works is by burrowing into your address book and your resume and your underwear drawer and pulling up long lists of names and smiling portraits and you are supposed to click on people who you know and want to link to. When you do, each person’s links are then joined to yours in an ever-expanding gyre of connections until every man, woman and Chihuahua on the planet is arrayed in concentric circles around you. Let me now confess something else to you. Despite how garrulous I may appear within the confines…