When I woke up this morning, this masterpiece by K.J. the Great was pinned to my bedroom wall. Sure to hang in The Louvre one day.
So I literally just spent like an hour trying out new backgrounds for my blog, because obviously, I didn't have anything better to do (she rationalizes to herself). In my defense, the kitchen is clean, and the sheets are in the washer. So I tried out many new backgrounds, never feeling satisfied. Finally I came across this adorable little bee background and thought "Oh, how cute!" and immediately realized it is my current background. I sighed, thought "what the heck," and put it back up there. I feel much better now. I don't know what it is about those bees. They're just so cozy. The bees and I understand one another. I won't leave them, and they won't leave me. It's love, I guess.
I didn't go to bed until 4:30 in the morning, because crack-pot that I am, I started the book that I knew I had no business opening last night at 11:00! I wonder how many times I've done that in my life ... hm ....
This particular book was both super creepy and super fascinating. It's called Stolen Innocence: My Story of Growing Up in a Polygamous Sect, Becoming a Teenage Bride, and Breaking Free of Warren Jeffs, by Elissa Wall. I'm pretty sure you get what the book is about from the lengthy title. I've been wanting to read it for quite some time when lo and behold, yesterday at your favorite store and mine I saw it in paperback for just $4.89, thought "What a steal! I love you, Costco!" and put it in my cart.
When Ben saw this book, he was both interested and cautious. He told me to enjoy it, but to please not make him talk me back from psycho. Just so you know, and you probably already do, despite having the most gentle, encouraging father in the world and being married to a gentle, supportive husband, I've always (literally, since I can remember) had a slight here-let-me-rip-your-eyes-out relationship with the male species. I feel oppressed for generations of women before me, I guess. (?) Actually, I can attribute these symptoms to three things:
1) A passion for everyone being equal is an eternal part of my personality. I came with it, I'll leave with it. It's just up to me to make it a great strength and not a great weakness!
2) My Grandma Allred, the sweet third wife.
3) An Uncle that redefines male ignorance in the 20th and 21st century. Watching him sorely tested my restraint as a child and demolishes my restraint as an adult. I always leave ashamed I let my tongue get the best of me!
So, knowing these things about myself, I still cracked the covers of this fascinating book and lost myself in a very twisted society. I don't know if all of you have seen the polygamist group in Southern Utah. They are very different, which in itself is not a bad thing, but if you observe the women, you know it IS a bad thing. Elissa was forced into marriage at 14 and was then raped and abused for three years before finding the courage and opportunity to flee the situation. These women can't reach out for help, because if they don't obey God and "the prophet," they'll go straight to hell! Very interesting. A conundrum, if you will. When I finished the book, I was so proud of her -- and I also wanted to personally go take down every man out there. I wish things would have gone differently down in Texas. When does a man's religious freedom make it okay to abuse and neglect and demean women and children? Honestly.
One other thing. How can these women stand to be property? Because it's drilled into them that that is all they are. PROPERTY. I marched right into the hall and said "Ben! They said she BELONGED to him! Belonged to him like he owns her because she's property. That makes me so mad! Can you believe that?! AM I YOUR PROPERTY!?!" Ben then gave me the "you promised you wouldn't go psycho" look, put his arm around me, squeezed gently, and said "You belong to me, just like I belong to you." (He's good, isn't he). So then I hopped into our bedroom like a boxer ready to spar "That's right! You belong to me, too! That's the only way it works, those crazies!!!" Sigh.
Women are smart. We're really smart. We're nicer, we're cuter, and we would rule the world much more effectively. When are men going to realize that?
So now that I have inspired and exasperated you all with my thoughts on polygamy, feminism, and female equality, what else should we discuss? (muh-ha-ha)
I've been here long enough that it's time to change over my sheets. In closing this completely and utterly random post, I will relive a conversation that I had with Olivia today:
"See, Livi? Brother goes potty in the big kid toilet." -Mom
True story. She's smarter then I am.
I leave you with this beautiful picture of weather conditions here in Southern Utah. Meteorologist: K.J. Burdette