“Prepare to be enraged,” a friend said, when I told her I hadn’t yet read all the details of Michigan’s newly passed “rape insurance” law. When I got the basics—Michigan insurance companies would now only be able to cover abortions by offering a rider you paid extra for, and those still only covered in the case of incest, rape or endangerment of the mother’s life—I didn’t find myself enraged, just numb.
Ms. Fit Editor Marcia Talks to the Author and Mutha Publisher
About two years ago writer, editor, activist, and counter-culture heroine Michelle Tea decided she wanted to get pregnant. Approaching 40, single and queer, she started chronicling her journey on JaneXO.com. Since then has met the love of her life, located the very best fabulous drag queen-sweetheart-volunteer sperm donor money can’t buy, navigated the labyrinths of the homophobic American healthcare system, and become Bob Villa to her own uterus while tackling fibroids, hormones, coffee reduction, IVF, and a rotating selection of vaginal discharge, among other challenges.
Currently, she and her gorgeous Dasheill are engaged, planning a wedding, preparing to implant Dashiell’s fertilized eggs in Michelle’s uterus, and hoping the odds get on board. Michelle has built it; will baby come? Recently Michelle launched Mutha.com in order to fill the void she saw for moms in alternative families—those who have experienced pregnancies or motherhood in ways that might fall outside of Leave it To Beaver. Ms. Fit editor Marcia Brenner spoke with Michelle about her journey and her thoughts on family.
Flapping his hands at the wrists, knees stomping to armpits, a boy of about three is chanting, “Banana! Banana! Banana!” He is a few feet from the bench where I am writing and watching him makes me—and all the surrounding adults—smile. His father blandly comments, “are you doing the Banana Dance?” Clearly, this is a repeat performance.
Kids move. Before we start telling them to “sit still” and “stop fidgeting” they will spin and twist and drop to the floor and kick and roll because children respond to their bodily instincts to explore, to learn, to move, without hesitation or ego.
As adults, sadly, our lives often demand we put our bodies in a “time out.” Despite the fact that our bodies were engineered for movement, about two-thirds of Americans spend most of their work days hunched over computers. On average, when you factor in television, internet, and sleeping, we spend anywhere from 6-20 hours of the day sitting or lying down.
And the sobering news: spending an hour or two at the gym every night doesn’t make up for the sitting you do each day. If you sit for an average of six hours a day, sitting is—literally—killing you. It’s time we made a Manifesto for Movement and got our Banana Dances back.
There’s this movie, The Quick and the Dead, with Sharon Stone, that came out a number of years back. Sharon ends up in a showdown in cliché old west style with Gene Hackman who is some type of shooting savant, and just before they draw, he says, “You’re not fast enough for me!” and Sharon says, “Today I am.”
You can probably guess the end. Sorry if I ruined anything. It’s a pretty old film, but it’s also pretty standard in selling this idea: our body can summon superhero reserves when we really need and want them.
On Sunday, June 2nd I attempted my first Century, and my body said, “Not today.”
6:47pm, Saturday June 1st. We’re driving out to Woodstock, IL, where I’ll spend the night in order to be getting on the road about 24 hours from now. Rain is sheeting down, making visibility poor, and expected to continue off and on through the night. I’m hoping the roads will be dry by morning, or I’ll finally regret my stubborn refusal to have fenders put on Emmy because I just don’t like the look of them (right now my guys at Boulevard Bikes are shaking their heads sadly).