I have an idea floating around inside of my head, it's been part of the old goldfish bowl mounted on my shoulders for several years now as a vague, unspecific threat, but now it has a name and face.
I desperately want to start a women's magazine that would encourage and inspire women, instead of showing them what they'll never look like, no matter how many toes or ribs they have removed... instead of giving them the most devilish chocolate cake recipe and then telling them how they can lose the 10 pounds they just gained from looking at the photo of the danged thing.
Now I'm putting down some story ideas... categories... need some columns, but am really excited by what's turning up so far. One is a story about Title IX. I want to delve into the delectable story about two women in congress who pushed through some legislation that made it possible for me and countless other young girls to play softball back in 1972 as an organized sport for the first time. An actual little league.
Dang, we were good! Undefeated except for one practice game, to the opposing team's delight. We shrugged it off. Three years of winning every game we ever played did a lot to instill confidence and teamwork in the hearts of about a dozen little girls. What other experience could have replaced that one?
Both of these women are dead. What a shame. I'd love to send them a hug through the phone or e-mail, and talk to them personally. The investigative journalist in me can't wait to explore all the interesting facts and stories behind this one!
Most of all, I wish I could tell them what a friend who was a boy (but I wished it had been more) said when he came to one of my games: "Not bad for a bunch of girls." Or, what my response was: "And we don't even need a tee like you boys do to hit the ball... we use a pitcher!!!"
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