You've come a long baby way.

I spent the morning reading about International Women's Day in the various world news outlets, about UN supported international women's rights standards, and about the strides for equality being made in traditionally oppressive nations such as China and Afghanistan. The stories are horrifying, of course. Women stoned to death for having been raped, women who are enslaved, infanticide of female newborns, women who die of upper respiratory failure because their covered faces never get to breathe fresh air. Even here in America where women enjoy legal equality, we are still having to fight for equal pay, maternity leave rights, against discrimination, and our right to decide when and if we will reproduce. However it is heartening to see the world demand a dialogue, and that the necessary steps are being made to ensure the rights of women. And in all I still feel lucky I am an American; even with the struggles American women face --particularly so under this administration. By my second cup of tea I was almost feeling hopeful, like progress is being made, like the end of inequality is near and attainable. Our sons and daughters could grow up in a world where women are whole human beings; as capable, powerful, and respected as any man has ever been or will be.

Then the little light went off on my browser indicating I had an email. It was from my sister and brother-in-law. They'd sent pictures of my nephew's tenth birthday party yesterday. At Hooters.

I know. What was I thinking.