mayor-tusks:
ricksantorum-2012:
testallthings:
What bothers me about Rick Santorum more than his bigotry towards gays is his constant rhetorical crusade against single parents.
I’m a product of a single mother, and I think I’m doing quite alright, thanks.
Yes, what single mothers can produce: a guy who got blowjobs and sexually molested and harassed women and some Kenyan who pretends to be a Christian and hates religion. Wow. How nice.
Ahh, sometimes I’m just
so inclined to say something
and I have to physically restrain myself from saying things I know are just useless
but oh how I want to enter a state of frenzied writ on the matter, oh how I do.
Okay, so I’m not usually one to reblog ranty crap on tumblr because I feel like it is a phenomenal waste of my time, so maybe it is the third beer kicking in. That said:
I am not a Democrat or a Republican, so any party bickering and political slamming isn’t going to come from this corner of the web. All I care about is this strange as hell fascination as to whether single parents are “appropriate”.
Gather around, children, it’s storytime:
My mother was born in 1950 to my grandmother, who was married for a year prior to the birth. Her husband left when my mother was only a few months old with the intention of never taking responsibility for his daughter. In the 50’s this meant absolute devastation for my mother and grandmother; it was socially unacceptable to not only be a single mother, but to divorce. “Luckily” for her divorce was not an option since her husband had not only left town, but the country. Without his consent on the paperwork she was incapable of filing.
When approaching the government for financial aid she was told to sell all her belongings and directed to live with her “nearest living male relative”. She received no aid and went to live with her father, a retired railroad conductor, in an apartment where she and my mother had to sleep on the fire escape since there was not enough room on the floor for all three of them to lay down.
When my grandmother tried to find work she was laughed at left and right. She had no experience since this was, at the time, mostly men’s business, but she was determined. She eventually found work and somehow managed to raise my mother at the same time, and also found a larger apartment and invited her father to live with them.
Not only did she raise my mother, but she essentially raised me as well. Let me tell you, she is, despite the hell the world has given her, probably the most admirable person you will ever meet. Tough as nails, a wise-ass, terrible at poker-facing, and also the most loving character in my life. She is turning 98 the end of this month and I still have a lot to learn from her.
Single parents have a lot more put on their shoulders, sure, but this isn’t about how many people are raising a child. This is about what kind of people are raising a child. Instead of focusing on a number focus on the treatment. A loving parent isn’t going to suddenly stop being a loving parent because they lack a spouse.
Well, that’s all I’ve got to say.
(via theidlerwheel2012-blog)
