There comes a moment in a woman’s life when she runs out of polite.
Mine arrived somewhere between my first colonoscopy and someone calling me “adorable.” Let’s get something straight. Aging does not turn me into a decorative pillow.
I still vote.
I still pay attention.
I still care who makes decisions about my healthcare, my Social Security, my grandchildren’s future.
Some people assume that once you pass 60, you’re supposed to quiet down. Smile. Bake something. Stay out of “all that political stuff.”
Here’s the problem.
I was marching before some of today’s lawmakers were born. I’ve watched rights expand. I’ve watched them shrink. And I’ve learned something important,
Freedom is not permanent. It’s rented. And the rent is civic engagement. Watching human rights erode with each passing year is disheartening.
I’m not interested in screaming matches on the internet. I don’t have the blood pressure for that.
And I am too old to pretend the injustices I see happening today are “someone else’s issue.”
If you think seniors don’t care about civil liberties, you’ve never been in a voting line at 7 a.m.
We care.
We just don’t always shout.
But make no mistake — we’re watching.
And some of us are done being polite.
Granny Unfiltered 