Hello Darling Ones,

On behalf of Childless Cat Ladies, I’d like to say, you could do a lot worse. The US, any company, the universe, your life, your household should be so lucky as to be run by a childless cat lady.

Childless cat ladies are great and they come in all different kinds. Some are partnered up, some are single, some are trans, some are queer, some are cat ladies of color, some are international pop superstars. . . I tell you, childless cat ladies are legion and loving and warrior queens all at the same time.

You ever go to battle with a nine-month old kitten with needle/knife claws over a pair of pants you want to put on? I got scars to show you and stories I could tell.

It should come as no surprise that Turnip’s Shillbilly VP choice said something as ignorant about how the US is run, “by a bunch of childless cat ladies who are miserable at their own lives and the choices that they’ve made.”

Here’s the thing J(jackass)D(dirtbag): 1. Cats are rad. 2. Being a childless cat lady is a choice too!

I know the Republican party doesn’t believe women should have choices at all, but we still have a few left.

As a young lady I thought cat lady was the ultimate slur and a terrible fate. Men love to wield that phrase like a cudgel. It’s basically their way of saying you don’t give me a boner or you rejected my boner so you will die alone with cats.

Pop culture loves to play into this trope too. Remember that episode of Sex in the City where Miranda chokes and she’s afraid her cat will eat her face when she dies?

I bought into this nonsense for far longer than I care to admit. I felt like a failure as a woman and a human because I didn’t reproduce, I also never shackled myself to some man until death do we part.

This isn’t easy for me to admit, but I was wrong. So wrong. The wrongest. If I had really, truly wanted those things I could have gotten them. I thought I wanted them because society told me I did. But I didn’t want them enough to really work for it and for that I’m grateful in retrospect.

Being a childless cat lady rules.

Because I never had kids I had the time, patience, and money to be a very excellent Aunt to my niblings. I spent so many summers with them. One year at the State Fair I took all five of them to Build-A-Bear.

I’m still pretty rad at it even though they’re adults now.

Because I never had kids I was able to buy a house by myself and fill it with cats and other things I love. Why would I be miserable about those choices?

For the most part men, and Republicans specifically, are terrified of women — childless or otherwise. It’s why they hate us so much. But men are extra-super-duper scared of women who have no need for a man. A woman who pays her bills and runs her life and is happy at the end of the day with her cats? A fucking horror show.

Sorry dudes. While I don’t need you, I do like a lot of you and occasionally even want some of you. So do me a little favor, get your boys in formation and elect a lady for president. Do it. I promise your weiner won’t fall off.

Cattily yours,
Jodi