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If… then what?

Let me start by saying this post is my political opinion. I have so many friends (and a husband) who view politics differently than me. And I love and respect each of them– and their opinions. (Hi babe!! Hey Kristie!!)

I’m so confused by “the worlds” fascination with providing Donald Trump had an affair and that he is a racist. He IS racist and he probably has had multiple affairs. So– if “we” prove it– then what??

What is the end game with proving these types of “allegations?” I don’t care if we sleeps with half the world. I don’t need any other “alternative fact” to prove that {in my opinion} he IS racist.

Let’s put more focus on what WE as a nation want to happen and less on proving he paid off a Lady to keep quiet. Who cares? That takes me to Bill Clinton (❤️❤️❤️❤️). He admitted it. Okay it took some coaxing but he admitted it. Then what???

Why do we try so hard as a nation, in our friendships, in our marriages, to get that “I told you so” moment? When did proving someone wrong become more important than the bigger picture??

I don’t like Donald Trump. I don’t like what’s happening in our world. I want to throw a tantrum and cry out “IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE THIS WAY!” 😭😭 But that solves nothing. Proving Donald Trump is a racist won’t do anything. Didn’t we already know that?

I don’t know people. I don’t like what’s going on in our world one bit. It’s sad. We’ve lost sight of the big picture and we are wrapped up in being right and have lost our direction.

Thoughts?

Thanks for reading,

Cara Roxanne

Women may NEVER know what they want— my rambles on the Golden Globes.

 

I love award show season. I call it “MY superbowl.” Watching the Golden Globes while giving up social media was SO tough. ALLLL the things I wanted to say. ALLLLL the quotes I wanted to re-tweet… but I was good. PROMISE. I did not get on social media ONE time. {And yes– I AM patting myself on the back.}

Okay so here is my problem… there was a LOT of emphasis on the negative attention that is in the public/media eye currently revolving around men. Men have been busted out left and right this year. And SHAME on those men who did terrible things to women just because they could… or because they wanted to. It’s horrible. AWFUL. And, BTW… #metoo. Been there, done that, and hope I NEVER go back to those moments. The creepers who felt like they could touch my knee. Or the boss who always stayed in my office a little too long. Gross. Yuck. Shame on YOU.

Anyway-back to the point. Natalie Portman (who looked divine, btw) called out men for being on the only nominated sex in the Director category. And as the audience was shown clapping and applauding for her statement all I saw was… BOOBS. They were hanging out everywhere!!! PICK. A. SIDE.

dress

If you want to be seen a sex object then please continue with the nips popping out the side of your dress. But if you want to stand up for women being treated equally then for the love of cheese and crackers but your boobs away! Possibly the reason women are not treated fairly is because we {dare I say it?} talk out of both sides of our mouths?

WOMEN! We cannot stand up and asked to be treated as equals if we continue to carry ourselves in a manner that screams “please see me as a sex symbol.” I’m sorry. I said it. Hate me if you want but that is (my) fact.

The women in this world who are beautiful, smart, intelligent, LIFE CHANGERS aren’t showing up on a red carpet with their dress so low I can see their belly rings.

Hillary

Condi

Jackie O.

Margaret Thatcher

Michelle Obama

Ellen

These women stand up for the rights of women and fight to make real change in our world. And I can honestly say that I have never seen their breasts hanging out of their clothes. Is there a correlation between the two? I think so.

PLEASE don’t harp on how men have advantages in this world over women and continue to portray yourself as a sex symbol. Were you expecting a lot of respect from the way you were dressed? I have to think that you were aware of what parts of your body were noticeable to the world when you stepped out of that limo.

Maybe I have it all wrong. Maybe i’m out of line. I’m not trying to be disrespectful to anyone. Wear what you want. Dress how you want. I ain’t judging! But I AM saying that maybe you CAN’T have it both ways. Maybe it’s time to make changes to your wardrobe so that you can be heard and not just seen… because believe me.. we see ALL of you!

What are your thoughts?? I’d love to hear!

Thanks for reading!

For Now,

Cara Roxanne

 

The day it happened!

I. Met. Hillary. Clinton.

I bought my ticket. Drove to Little Rock and waited in line for 3 hours.

All the emotions were going on simultaneously. Excited. Nervous. Thrilled. Scared. Talkative. Tongue tied. It was such a rush!

As I stood in line I kept thinking of what I wanted to say. I wanted to say so much… I needed her to hear me say how sorry I was that things turned out the way they did. I desperately wanted to share the pain I felt on November 8th and beyond… I wanted to know how inspired she made me feel! But I also wanted to be somewhat memorable. I had every reason to believe she would hear those things over and over…

So I told her I was sorry for what I said when I met her back in the early 90’s. My choir was singing at an event in Little Rock in which the First Lady and First Daughter (is that a thing?) would be attending. Hillary came up to my choir after it was over and said to me “what a beautiful voice you have!” I looked at the lady in a red pant suit with a pony tail AND a headband in her head and said “thank you. But my parents didn’t vote for your husband.” She smiled, kinda laughed and said “well– that’s okay!”

So as it’s my turn to walk up to the table I am prepared for my spill. She looked up and smiled, asked my name and shook my hand. She held my hand the whole time we spoke. She laughed after my story and said “well you shouldn’t feel bad for that.” She asked if I was still singing , released my hand, and I told her “Thank you for inspiring me to do more.” She smiled, said thank you and as I began to walk away she said “it was nice to meet you Cara(pronounced correctly) and I love your shirt.”

Best. Moment. Ever.

2017 will ALWAYS and forever bring fond memories.

Thanks for reading!

For now,

Cara Roxanne

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