Was Ashley Judd’s performance empowering or hateful rhetoric?

attends the Women's March on Washington on January 21, 2017 in Washington, DC.

I know it’s a polarizing question. You’re either going to hate or love me for this. Ashley Judd does not represent me as a woman. And I mean let’s be serious for a second, how are grown women even remotely identifying with a 19 year-old’s teenage angst and view of the world?

Maybe that’s the better question. 

I’m baffled, stunned and disturbed.

Warning: This is an OP-ED; some of which is serious and much of it flanked with sarcasm. This post will contain vulgar language, thanks to Judd’s foul mouth.

With more than a decade of experience as a broadcast journalist, nothing shocks me anymore. There were dozens of questions that went unanswered during the campaign …on both sides, quite frankly.

But hey, I’ll trust the elite media to do its job to hold President Donald Trump accountable. After all, they did a great job holding former President Barack Obama accountable.

Now you’re probably wondering who is this woman daring to write this? Must be one of those country bumpkins the media refers to.

I’m an Assyrian Christian whose parents escaped the Saddam Hussein regime in Iraq. I was born in the socialist country of Sweden, and lived half my life watching what happens when the government takes more than 50% of people’s pay in the name of equality and fairness.

Thank God we had the opportunity to move and work in the U.S.

My background? I was bullied in high school, so quite frankly I’m used to standing up for myself. Was never the popular girl, and that’s neither here nor there. Momentarily went through some tough years – parents divorced, dated the bad boys, misbehaved – and then miraculously pulled myself out of a relationship where I was the victor of domestic violence.

Never looked back. Graduated with a degree in broadcast journalism, went on to become the first U.S. Assyrian journalist.

Spent 10 years in the field, meeting people from every background – interviewing heads of state to gang members. I understood all of them.

And no one could ever accuse me of being bias. But here I am, a former journalist – finally, I get to publicly have an opinion.

#freeatlast

I bring up my background as a clarification before anyone decides to lump me into the 53% of ‘white women’ who supported Trump – and this is not a declaration of my support for Trump either. You realize women who were going to vote for Bernie Sanders voted for Trump over Clinton right? That in itself shows you just how misinformed the public is. Trump and Sanders represent two very different ideologies.

And you realize life-long democrats swung to the right this election right? So all this B.S. labeling and rhetoric doesn’t fly.

Now that we have that cleared up, let’s talk about the thousands of women who marched in support of women’s rights. To that I say, you #gogirl – although I’m going to be real, after deep analyzation and covering the march in our articles here and here, and now here – the Women’s March is understandably being viewed as exclusionary. I don’t know how you deny that. And I absolutely loved this story. If I could just bubble wrap myself in that message, I’d feel good about the WM.

But I wouldn’t be living in reality – plus Ashley Judd came along and spoiled it for me…

She popped that bubble wrap I was cloaked in bubble by bubble – and it was loud, boisterous and obnoxious.

This is not about whether I agree or disagree with protesting (it is an important part of our democracy) or the Women’s March – I’m just wondering how effective it was after Ashley’s manic tirade.

This characterization may seem bizarre to some of you, especially if you donned a knitted pink pussy hat (I wouldn’t be caught dead sporting that although admittedly they’ve got a cute factor, and I get it!) – just not my style.

Can you imagine? Walking into a job interview with a knitted pink pussy hat on and saying, “I’m woman! And I demand equal pay!”

You could have dressed as gladiators – something a little more powerful than knitted pussy hats, no? Or maybe just as yourselves because that’s powerful enough. There’s a novel idea.

But seriously ladies, aim higher! I don’t want equal pay; I already make WAY more than many men do. Mrs. Judd, you’re really screwing up my flow here.

And speaking of aunt flow – I must admit this was probably the best performance of Judd’s career. She emoted the injustices of our blood stained jeans so eloquently, and how about the tax on tampons? Wow, we as women really are dealing with some major inequities here.

Aren’t there more important things to discuss when it comes to women’s rights?

But what did we expect? Judd’s performance of so-called poetic justice was written by Nina Donovan, a 19 year-old.

A teenager.

Was it poetry? Absolutely. My hats off to her – I remember my teenage angst years, journaling and writing about how horrible the world was. And at that time, I knew everything there was to know about life. So I don’t blame Nina. Not one bit. You #gogirl – express yourself!

Call me when you’re 35. 

The only person I blame? The grown woman who gave voice to that message heard by millions of women worldwide.

Haven’t seen the deranged performance yet? Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

If you feel empowered and identify with this celebrity actress, then honey – we don’t see eye to eye. And that’s cool with me. I just hope it’s cool with you that I don’t agree.

My views on Ashley Judd don’t mean that I can’t comprehend where these women are coming from…

At the root of it all, I think women have some major common goals – elevation

I just don’t think SHE is helping our cause, or any other celebrity for that matter like Madonna who said she’s given serious thought to blowing up the White House – although she claims the media took her statements out of context.

This type of rhetoric rewinds the clock and takes us backwards.

Aren’t there more poised women who can represent us? Republican or Liberal, Moderate – I don’t care what ‘side’ you’re on – anything is better than Judd and a number of other celebrities’ sh*t shows in Washington D.C.

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