Tapati (tapati) wrote,

Ann Romney Loves It That We Don't Have A Choice

Bear with me; I feel a rant coming on.

Ann Romney talks about how much hard work she did as a wealthy mother of five.


“I know what’s like to finish the laundry and to look in the basket five minutes later and it’s full again. I know what’s like to pull all the groceries in and see the teenagers run through and all of a sudden all the groceries you just bought are gone,” Romney said to the crowd. “And I know what’s like to get up early in the morning and to get them off to school. And I know what’s like to get up in the middle of the night when they’re sick. And I know what’s like to struggle and to have those concerns that all mothers have.”

Romney alluded to the fact that not all women can stay at home saying, “I love the fact that there are women out there who don’t have a choice and they must go to work and they still have to raise the kids. Thank goodness that we value those people too. And sometimes life isn’t easy for any of us.”

Ann, Ann, let me break it down for you. Those welfare moms who don't know the dignity of work (according to your husband Mitt) worked much harder than you. Those groceries you hauled in out of your car? I used to haul them over a mile in a shopping cart, feeling like I could just die of humiliation. I would also push that same cart back to the store the next time. Sometimes I lived too far and had to lug groceries home on the bus along with my two children. Laundry? I didn't get to simply use machines in my home. Without a car I had to take them to the laundromat, in duffel bags hanging off my stroller and over my shoulder, again with two kids in tow that I had to watch while I did my laundry. Once someone stole my load of diapers and I had to just wash the last dozen I had over and over by hand every day.

When my kids got sick I had to beg a ride from someone to get them to the doctor. Sometimes we were so low on food that starchy foods like rice or potatoes were what we had for the final week of the month. I would save up my WIC coupons to supplement that with things like milk and cereal. I remember counting up pennies for a quart of milk or a loaf of bread. I remember how the people in line looked at me while I laid them out for the cashier. I remember that a quart of milk took 32 pennies. I would stack pennies into units of five to save the cashier from having to count them all.

Gosh, Ann, I'm so happy that you are happy that some of us were or are broke ass bitches who have had to work for minimum wage and then lost some of our benefits that our kids depended on. But hey, I guess the "dignity of work" kept our kids fed, clothed and in decent shelter. Right?

Point of information: they won't accept dignity as currency in the supermarket. So no, I guess not.
Tags: children, food, job, moms, poverty, welfare, women, work
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