Apparently, I’m supposed to have morphed into a security mom. I have heard this term before, but brushed it off. For one thing, I was never really a soccer mom. I just don’t fit the profile. For another, I am not obsessed about the security of my children, thinking that terrorists are going to attack their elementary school. I worry about other things–like whether they’ll become drug addicts or become pregnant or get aids or get hit by a car or die of a horrible disease. Security moms apparently favor Bush because they think he’ll protect us from terrorists. Well, as far as I know, Bush isn’t doing a whole lot about the things I’m worried about.
During the debates last night, finally some mention of women, but nothing astonishing. And Bush didn’t answer whether he would protect Roe v. Wade. That worries me. Though I hope I will teach my daughter well enough that this won’t be an issue, I really don’t want to even ponder the possibility that I would be searching for a back-alley doctor to perform an abortion for my 16-year-old (she’s 5 now.)
Sign count yesterday between my house and work: 20 Kerry/Edwards; 11 Bush/Cheney.