Pretty Girl Shows a Little Leg and Shocks Bloggers

For some strange reason, the conservative blogosphere has spent the last three days debating Tina Korbe’s hemline rather than the bottom line on Barack Obama’s budget. Because, you know, that’s what’s important.

Ohmygosh! A pretty girl wore a skirt! Hold the presses! What could she possibly mean by her wardrobe choices? Is it scandalous? Is she advertising?

Geez louise, the things people say are crazy. The chick has nice legs. She showed them off. The last time I checked, this was America, not Saudi Arabia, and women are allowed to show a little leg.

Tina followed the well-dressed girl’s ‘pick one’ rule, which may be a real thing or something I just made up because I like making up my own rules. The ‘pick one’ rule works like this: Pick one physical attribute to play up a bit, then keep the rest covered up.

It’s part of that whole ‘keeping the mystery alive’ thing that mamas used to teach their daughters.

There’s nothing in the world wrong with being pretty. Any girl can be pretty, because pretty comes from being happy and healthy, with a touch of makeup and some shine serum for your hair. Flattering wardrobe choices help too. Maybe the most important ingredient to the pretty equation is being comfortable in your own skin — comfortable enough to wear a short skirt and show off your gams.

When pretty girls show off their legs, or their shoulders, or a little bit of cleavage (remember, not all at once!), it isn’t an invitation or a proclamation of sluttiness; it’s an announcement that they’re confident, capable ladies who take pride in their appearances.

I can’t speak for all of my female compatriots, but I even enjoy flattery. I’m not offended to be called pretty or hot. I’m not offended that my husband’s nickname for me is Sexy. I like that he notices my looks and approves. It makes me feel pretty, and that is one of the best parts of being a chick. Well, that and we smell better.

Nothing Wrong with Legs (Or Steven Crowder)

Democrat Daphne Campbell Has the Right to Think for Herself

Florida is the latest in a line of states (including South Dakota) that has recently passed bills that would allow pregnant women considering anabortion to make an informed decision. The Florida bills, passed last week by a large majority in the State House of Representatives, include measures that would require mothers to undergo an ultrasound before an abortion, and also outlaw the termination of viable babies in the third trimester.

One freshman representative, Daphne Campbell, was chewed out as a traitor and had her job threatened by follow house member Scott Randolph over her support of the bill. Both politicians are Democrats.

“I was the victim of an altercation by my fellow state representative, Scott Randolph,” said Campbell on Monday. “Several items were thrown in my face, foul language was used against me, and I was insulted and ridiculed in front of all my colleagues. I was called a ‘traitor’ and was told that I was going to be kicked out of office next year.”

Read the rest at The Stir

Harry Reid, Hispanics, and Identity Politics

On Tuesday, Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid (D-NV) said, ”I don’t know how anyone of Hispanic heritage could be a Republican, okay. Do I need to say more?”

Well, I don’t know how anyone can vote based on identity politics. No one should vote for one party or another because they’re Mexican, black, female, or a circus carnie.

I’m not a Republican because I’m a blonde California mom that drinks too much Coke Zero. To say that is to say that Republicans treat my kind of people and other minorities differently than they treat other groups.

The fact is that every single person in the United States is a minority, and impossible to fit into a little box. Statistically speaking, I’m young and a woman, so I should vote Democrat. On the other hand, I’m pro-life and a homeowner, so I should vote Republican.

Democrats love women, but hate anyone against abortion. Democrats say they want kids to get a great education, but then deny the access to it by not allowing school vouchers. How is one supposed to align themselves with a party based on identity politics, when every person is a unique individual made up of a little of this and a little of that?

Republicans don’t play identity politics because they don’t need to. The truth is, Republican Party values are better for everyone, not just select groups of people.

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The Happy Feminist

Last week I spoke at a tea party. Maybe you heard about it. Or saw me on zee teevee. It was very cool. The reporter that interviewed me, Vikki Vargas, was very nice, and even pat my back a little when I had to sit down as waves of nervous nausea overtook me. Or maybe it was the lack of sleep and food that caused the tummy rumbles. Maybe all of the above.

But I digress.

Vikki and I talked off camera for a while, her asking questions, me answering, and her jotting down notes in a cute little pad. I need a cute little pad to carry around so that I can jot down notes when I ask people questions and they actually respond. Maybe I’ll fool them into thinking I know what I’m doing. Because Ms. Vargas was pro-fesh-in-all to a T. She was awesome.

Again, I digress.

One of the reasons that she wanted to interview me was because I’m a young, blonde, California female that happens to be a conservative. Apparently I’m an anomaly. To me, it just makes sense. I’m a rebel with a cause, what can I say? Through one line of questioning, I mean conversation, we got to talking about feminism. I mentioned Leslie Sanchez, an awesomely amazing woman that wrote a book about feminism in politics, and whom I was able to interview once upon a time for The Smart Girl Report.

We were interrupted briefly by the camera girl for some instructions on angles or vantage points or something else technically related, and then by someone that wanted to say hi, and then by my need to put a brownie into my nervous mouth and my subsequent need to wash down the brownie with half a bottle of water because said nervous mouth was drier than rice cakes… well, you get the picture.

Vikki and I finally got back to our chat.

“So how would you describe yourself?” She asked me.

Hmmm… that’s a difficult question. Sure, I’m a crusader for truth, but I didn’t want to give a cheesy answer. A mom? I am a mom, and I’d walk through fire for my kids (heck, I do it metaphorically everyday just by virtue of being an outspoken conservative female fighting for their future), but that doesn’t define me. Am I domestic? Sure. I cook & clean. But’s what I do, not what I am. Wowza, I was taking waaaay too long to answer the question.

So I finally spit something out.

“I guess…I would describe myself as happy.”

Yup, that pretty much fit the bill. I’m sassy and smart-mouthed for sure, but generally speaking, I’m a make lemonade out of lemons kinda girl. Ok, I’m a make margaritas out of limes kinda girl, but let’s not split hairs.

“Uh, I meant would you describe yourself as a feminist…”

D’oh!