Caterwauling

I gave up being political on this blog because I felt pressure to HAVE to listen to the other side. And I’d rather not have the discussion than sit here reading things that make me mad. And I’m not sure why they tweak me — I guess I just share so much of myself here that I would think it’s clear that I CAN justify anything I say or do, but I don’t WANT to have to provide an explanation for everything.

Sure, discourse can be fun, but you know what? My politics are mine. You’re never going to change my mind, and if you’re not able to expand it, either, then find another blog you agree with. It’s that simple.

Bottom line, I am overly logical at all times. And when I go with my gut/heart, that’s when the discussion is over. And damn it, I already know who’s getting my vote for the Democratic nomination. And I hope she will go on to be president. I’ll do my part to make it happen, damn it.

That said, I LOVE the idea of Chelsea Clinton getting a second stint as First Daughter.

My politics are private. You know I’m a tree-hugger for most issues. You also may know that I do have a fiscally conservative bone in my body — although it may belong to someone else, depending on the day. 😉 But today I say it out loud — I’m a Democrat. I can, will and DO vote Democrat. And unless the party nominee for the upcoming presidential election is a total abomination in my eyes, he or she will have my support.

Politics are important to me when seeking friends and mates. I get SO FUCKING BORED at cocktail parties where these windbags go on and ON about whatever. I listen to a point. And when I feel I’ve encountered someone less concerned about their fellow citizens than they are about their personal ideals, I’m gone.

A friend of mine said of her loving husband, the one thing she’d change about him is his politics. That they sit on opposite sides of the fence, and man, does it piss both of them off. It also irks her that their votes effectively cancel each other’s out. It makes them NOT TALK POLITICS. Which, while we’re all fans of each half of a couple having separate interests, to the point that you can’t share something so personal without it breaking out into domestic world war, well, what’s the point?

I make it clear to people that I’m a liberal, although most times, you can pretty much tell from the surface. 😉 And that’s not to say that I haven’t had some fascinating discussions from the people from the “other side.” I met a gal at a party recently, a devout Republican, who’s probably more in favor of abortion that I currently am.

I mean, I’ll fight to the death for the right for it to exist without restrictions, but personally? I’m inching into my mid-30s. I hear the tick-tock of the clock loud and clear. It’s no longer a choice for me. (Extenuating circumstances aside, of course.) Now boys, I’m not out to trap a man with it. I’m just saying you’d better wrap yourself tight (get it tailor-made, if you wish) because unless you’re a genetic nightmare (and so many of you are — I wouldn’t want to perpetuate the species with your DNA), well, I can probably think of worse things.

I guess I get mad when people don’t vote for the greater good. On the other hand, it’s what we feel strongest about that we will stand tallest for. I don’t know who’s right and I don’t debate the theoreticals anymore because I want action, I want a resolution and I want everyone to get duties assigned to them or we’re never going to get off our duffs and achieve anything. And if we’re not on the same team, I respect that very much but your agenda is yours and mine is mine, and I’d rather share my dreams, goals and ideals with someone who isn’t going to poop on them.

In a world where I’m hard-pressed to name a single female millionaire who didn’t inherit her fortune from her daddy, the WaPo article on “Salary, Gender and the Social Cost of Haggling” (via Tiff) reminds me that we will work until we fall into our graves, and we could have at least afforded to live better, if only we asked.

Although differences in starting salaries are usually modest, small differences can have big effects down the road. If a 22-year-old man and a 22-year-old woman are offered $25,000 for their first job, for example, and one of them negotiates the amount up to $30,000, then over the next 28 years, the negotiator would make $361,171 more, assuming they both got 3 percent raises each year. And this is without taking into account the fact that the negotiators don’t just get better starting pay; they also win bigger raises over the course of their careers.

The overarching messages of the article, though, is that women who negotiate more are viewed less favorably than men who demand a bump in pay. Meaning, *gasp* people won’t think we’re still NICE if we want to be paid what we view is a fair price.

One thing I’ve seen with all the dating-service surfing is that men my age tend to be in a higher income bracket. Now, of course, I don’t know what they really do for a living, and in this Internet age, they could have multiple streams of income. But when they’re younger than me and making more, well, I just hope they’re lying. 😉

But especially after having been without a job for awhile, I tend to be more of a “What? You’re not firing me? Awesome. I’ll take whatever.” But then I also know to never ask what anyone else is making because I’d probably go nuts if someone who worked fewer hours and produced less quality stuff would get compensated better because they’re supposedly part of the swinging dicks club.

Chew on this:

Women working full time earn about 77 percent of the salaries of men working full time, (Carnegie Mellon’s Linda C.) Babcock said. That figure does not take differing professions and educational levels into account, but when those and other factors are controlled for, women who work full time and have never taken time off to have children earn about 11 percent less than men with equivalent education and experience.

Yarr.

I vaguely remember meeting her at a cocktail party or a fund-raising event. I knew I liked her for a reason. 🙂

Anyway. I only did salary negotiations once in my life. And I was labeled a pain in the ass. (I believe that was the formal title.) I was SO underpaid, even for the industry, and they pretty much earmarked me as a problem child from that moment going forward. Meanwhile, I was professional about it, did my research, dressed up for the discussions, etc. And got screwed with my panties on, thankyouverymuch. I had some amount of victory, as I did get $2,000 more than they were planning on parting with. But I walked out feeling like everyone wanted a thank-you gift, like it had come out of their personal pocketbooks.

I had an informal discussion about my salary demands going forward at a different job, and while I thought I was shooting for the moon with my initial request (given how poorly I’d been compensated till then), the joke was that, “Hey, that’s ALL she wants? OK, then!”

So girls, strap on a set and ask them for more money, just like they would have no problem asking you to come in earlier, stay later and work weekends. So what if they don’t like you? You’re not in this to make friends; you’re not in this to simply make ends (try to) meet. “They” say not to make your life all about your work, but that IS what determines what level of comfort you can afford.

It’s days like today that remind me why the feminist movement is still necessary in this country.