I am terribly sorry for my more-than-brief hiatus. I have no excuse, and I’ll be damned if I don’t miss bogging and hearing your feedback! Thanks for all the kind comments, and thank you, Holly, for pushing me out of my non-blogging state. To start it off again, I’m writing a bit of a fun post. I hope you like it!
So, there have been Anti-Choicers set up in the Student Union Building (SUB) on campus all this year, every Friday. Last year I spent a little over an hour speaking with them, but it really had no effect other than reaffirm my suspicions that they were not only anti-choice, but anti-sex, pro-misogyny, and hell, I’m still not convinced they’re actually pro-life.
Anyway, that was last semester. This semester, I’m back with fucking attitude, assholes!
So, a few weeks ago, I was about to leave SUB when, lo and behold! The Anti-Choice table was set up (complete with plastic fetuses)! I was about to walk past when the devious part of my self urged me to turn around. So, I did, and I promptly got a sheet of paper and a felt pen. In big, black letters, I wrote “SEXIST”, put an arrow pointing to the top of the page, and place tape on the four corners. I marched over to the table, squatted down, and placed the sheet a few feet from their display. I then stood up and nonchalantly walked off. That was week one.
Week two was quite a bit more exciting. I was expecting them this week, and I printed off this image. I then repeated my ritual of placing tape on the corners and headed toward the table. This time, it was a young woman womanning the table and she was busy talking to another student (my hope was that the student was arguing and would therefore not direct the woman to my attention). So, I made my way past a table with some frat boys playing Guitar Hero and snuck between their table and the Anti-Choicers’. From there, I quickly reached as high as I could and placed the image on the wall, above the hideous display. I slowly and silently creeped out from behind their table with complete success! Oh, the feelings I felt as I lingered in the hall a few moments longer: passersby were gawking and laughing at what I had done, unbeknownst to the woman at the table. (I left after only a few moments, though, so I’m assuming the image didn’t last much longer, what with the attention it was getting). I tried to get a picture, but it was gone before I had returned.
Week number three. This was just this past Friday. The Anti-Choicers were set up in a unique place: They were directly in front of huge windows, with Edmonton’s harsh winter on the other side. So, I decided to employ this to my advantage. I made up a quick little poster that said, in stylized print: “Women’s uteri belong to no one but themselves. (They don’t get it.)” (By the way, “they” were the two old men who are usually at the table.) So, as you might guess, I threw my jacket on, and went to do my business. I actually hid around a corner for some time, pretending to do whatever o my cell phone for a while, as one of them was standing up and could see the window. However, once the coast was clear, I quickly snuck to the cold outdoors and hopped through a few feet of undisturbed snow once I veered off the path. I went up to the window and proudly displayed what I had written. I then hopped back through my tracks and went inside. One of the old men was standing up, obviously reading it. I didn’t bother to see what other students’ reactions were; his was good enough for me!
And so, this is me being an annoyance to the Anti-Choicers on my campus. I’ve jammed some of their posters, too (as has a friend of mine. Way to go, Mik!) This won’t be the last they hear of me, and I have checked the Code of Student Behaviour and I’m not doing anything wrong. I do realize many people would think what I’m doing is trivial, but I think I’m creating the opportunity for dialogue. In fact, after my first act, a young man approached me and questioned why I thought it was sexist. As a result, we had a great discussion as we walked across campus to our destinations about why I felt it was sexist. It was fantastic!
Anyway, that’s my story. I probably could have told it better. I want to start experimenting with creative non-fiction, too, so who knows what you may end up seeing in the near future. Please feel free to share your stories, too!