On April 20th, 1999 I ran the local goth website for Pittsburgh (I still own the domain, though it is dead: pghgoth.com). On that particular day, I was hanging out in my living room with a bunch of other goths trying to figure out where we were going for dinner that night when I got a phone call that went roughly like this (15 year old memory here):
caller: Hello, I’m a reporter with [some local news channel], is this Gwendolyn R. Schmidt?
reporter: Do you run pghgoth.com?
reporter: Are you a self-described “Goth”?
OK, that was a depressing lunch reading up on the shooting in Cali and the MRA part of it and browsing 2 minutes worth of #YesAllWomen tweets.
Mine is too long for 140 characters, so I issue it here.
Today I can’t stop crying, because it is the first day of legal same-sex marriage in my home state of Pennsylvania. This is something I have long looked forward to, and I am so happy to see it finally here. But not all my tears are of joy.
Why I am crying:
On Twitter this morning, a friend posted about a family member who has decided to drop out of school because her future husband will be making enough money for the both of them, and she needn’t work. This set me off, of course, and I felt I should write this post about my feelings on the “My husband makes enough money for the both of us” mentality.