Joy’s Been Detected. Could It Be We’re… Happy?

I don’t know if you’ve detected it, and if you have, I don’t know if you believe it, but it’s palpable and visceral and people are starting to talk.

Photo by Jacqueline Munguía on Unsplash

It might seem crazy what I’m about to say
Sunshine she’s here, you can take a break
I’m a hot air balloon that could go to space
With the air, like I don’t care baby by the way*

We’re feeling… what is that? It’s hopeful, optimistic, communal damn JOY. Remember that, joy?

Might be hard… it’s been a while. Certainly Election 2020 being decided for Biden came with joy (or perhaps, more honestly, relief). We’ve subsequently had some very good years with Joe, get to feel happy about his estimable list of accomplishments. But Trump clamored to announce his return from the dead only days after that 2020 decision, so we knew “winter was coming” on the heels of, and during, Joe’s run. Which injected looming dread into the joy quotient, diluting it almost beyond recognition.

Because, frankly, it’s been one long, ugly slog since Trump first slithered down that escalator in 2015 (dear God, almost ten years already!). Millions have suffered specifically, millions more have suffered tangentially, and the world was not made a better place because of this corrupt little man. In fact, it’s almost as if some dark, karmic maneuvering was at play when an unprecedented global pandemic descended upon us while this corrupt little man wobbled at the helm, as if nature felt obligated to mimic the malevolent chaos swirling around him and, therefore, us. Whatever it was, it was further “nail to the coffin” of our ability to feel things like joy, hope; optimism.

Then Joe righted the ship, got us back on course, and here we are, weeks after his graceful baton pass, weeks into the exuberant Harris/Walz campaign, and it’s seems, at this point, to be undeniable:

We are feeling JOY. It’s raw and giddy, and of course, given the gap, it’s like working an atrophied muscle, exercise that can’t help but be tempered by caution, wariness, and whispered admonitions of, “Don’t get too happy, now! Remember Comey? Remember Russia? Remember misguided polls? It could all turn on a dime!”

Here come bad news talking this and that
Yeah, well, gimme all you got and
don’t hold back
Yeah, well I should probably warn you I’ll be just fine
Yeah, no offense to you don’t waste your time
Here’s why…

Yes, here’s why we won’t hold back on that joy. This is a different time, a different team, a different zeitgeist, and a wiser electorate. We’ve learned that feeling joy, letting ourselves get happy and hopeful, is its own kind of campaign adrenaline. As Joy Reid put it on Threads, “Joy is its own form of resistance.” She’s right.

And we’re allowed, dammit! The grievance and anger based agenda of Trump and his right-wing cohorts does not resonate with the majority; does not represent the mood and tone of higher conscious people; does not inspire activism, engagement, and positive outcomes. JOY DOES.

Yes, we face serious challenges. We can take nothing for granted. We can’t count on polls, pundits, or media to assess and accurately call the heats of this race. There will be shifts and changes, unexpected breaking news; creepy “swift-boating,” threats of violence (it’s MAGA, after all), and accusations of “CHEATING!” (already happening with The Corrupt Little Man Who Projects Everything). But we’ve run against this shady cabal before. We know their playbook, their players; we know the chicanery and shenanigans they’ll put into play. But our team is fierce, staffed with some of the smartest, best people in the business, and I believe we can have faith that they’ll handily respond to any lobs from the other side.

So let’s let ourselves feel it: Happiness. Hope. Optimism. Belief. JOY.

Yes, we’ll work our asses off. Yes, we’ll stay focused and activated, keep the attention on inspiring new voters, getting people registered and to the polls, helping any online and street teams reach as far as they can. But while we’re doing that, we’ll dance in the streets, sing at the top of our our lungs, and happily clap along… because this movement, this moment, is a “room without a roof”!

Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do

Happy lyrics by Pharrell L. Williams © Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp., EMI April Music Inc., More Water From Nazareth, Waters Of Nazareth Publishing, Universal Pictures Global Music

SIDEBAR: Back when I was sending out newsletters via Mailchimp, some of you might remember they most often focused on updates regarding my books, music, photography, etc., or on other artists, events, worthy causes, or organizations I supported. Though more recently my posts have evolved into the weekly op-ed format, I still plan to include ancillary updates from time to time, and will do so through this new “SIDEBAR” feature tagged at the end of articles.

I’ll start today with some good news on the literary front: my last novel, The Alchemy of Noise, is published by a small, excellent publisher called She Writes Press, and they, just this month of August, entered into a distribution deal with the mighty Simon & Schuster, which means my book is now being distributed by that same company… which is very cool. If you’ve not yet read it, I hope you’ll trundle over to my page at their site, pick yourself up a copy, and enjoy the read.

Also, if you’re in the Chicago area: my very talented brother, Tom Amandes, is starring as “Gandalf” in The Lord of the Rings, a Musical Tale, at the Chicago Shakespeare Theater on Navy Pier. It’s getting great reviews, running until September 1st (after which it’s scheduled to go to New Zealand!), so if you can, grab some tix and immerse yourself in the magic of the Shire!


That’s it until next week… have a good one!

Running Like a Girl…

…with smarts, sass, and really nice shoes

Office of VP Kamala Harris, Public domain, via Wikimedia Common

When I was kid in the era of privileged mad men and women who ran things from behind the kitchen curtains, gender stereotyping was not only the norm, it was pretty much the only language we had.

Girls wore skirts to school, didn’t play “rough sports,” and were expected not to tussle with boys who were tussling with each other while sneering pejoratives like, “you fight like a girl!” or “run like a girl!” or “cry like a girl!” The theme was clear to us be-skirted ones: anything “like a girl” was dreaded status every boy I knew maneuvered hard to avoid.

Photo by Joe Pregadio on Unsplash

Yet as much as I took umbrage with the cudgel of those gender-centric insults, I oddly found perverse pleasure in comments like, “You shop like a boy,” (my dad… because I was quick about it), or “throw like a boy” (I had brothers), or, most desirously, “run like a boy” (noted by anyone who tried to keep up with me). Just as “like a girl” had currency as an insult, the reverse was considered a compliment. Why was that?

It wasn’t that I had identity or gender issues. I didn’t feel inherently less by virtue of being a girl. It wasn’t that I personally deemed girly things of no value (no one loved/loves make-up more than me). And my mother often remarked that I was “boy-crazy” from second grade on (odds are good it was first grade). It was that life regularly made clear that being on a par with boys was considered better. It had more gravitas. Carried more value. More heft.

Because boys had more agency, more power and freedom. They demanded and got more attention. Schools and towns provided for their need for athletics and clubs and social interaction far more than they did for girls. In fact, it took Title IX, a federal civil rights lawsuit enacted in 1972, to mandate that females had the right to “equal opportunity in sports in educational institutions that receive federal funds, from elementary schools to colleges and universities.” It took a damn lawsuit, for God’s sake!  

Which brings me to politics.

Why is it that a modern, global superpower like the United States of America has never elected a female president?

Well, we kinda did back in 2016 when Hillary won almost three million more votes than Trump, but given the arcane (and absurd) machinations of the Electoral College, she could not be adjudicated “the winner.” What hell that twist of fate wrought is fodder for a whole other article, but the point is: why hasn’t a woman actually won the damn thing?

Frankly, very few women have even tried. And there are reasons for that. This, from a New York Times article written shortly after the 2016 results were in, makes some astute points on the matter:

Some scholars say that European democracies may view women as more suited to high political office because their governments are known for generous social-welfare programs, something that seems maternal. In contrast, the president of the United States is primarily seen as commander in chief, which is a frame more difficult for women to fit into.

“America is still seen as the policeman of the world, the guardian of the world and we still have a very gendered version of what leadership means,” said Laura A. Liswood, secretary general of the United Nations Foundation’s Council of Women World Leaders, a network of current and former female prime ministers and presidents. “Not only do we have to be liked, we also have to be tough.”

Sue Thomas, a senior research scientist at the Pacific Institute for Research and Evaluation in Santa Cruz, Calif., said that unlike political leadership posts elsewhere, the American presidency “is seen as a very masculine institution that for historical reasons is extremely hard for a female to approach.” [Emphasis mine.]

That last line makes me want to scream, so reminiscent of girls being told not to “tussle with boys” on the playground, as if those boys were untouchable and we girls were too soft or weak.

Of course, given the deeply ingrained patriarchal foundation of the modern global superpower that is the United States of America, a place where women are paid less for equal work while charged more for materials and services, some see this discussion as a form of what we used to call “affirmative action,” but is now being sneered by the right wing as “DEI.” Trump and his Republican mouthpieces wasted no time swiping at Kamala Harris’s exuberant political ascendency as a “DEI hire,” a slur both expected and repugnant, but the most blatant ignorance of that racist/sexist invective is its contrast with truth: In fact, women are actually “more effective than men in all leadership measures.”

That’s the real headline of a recent Forbes piece that goes on to say:

Research from Leadership Circle, based on assessments with over 84,000+ leaders and 1.5 million raters (comprising boss, boss’s boss, peers, direct reports, and others), shows that female leaders show up more effectively than their male counterparts across every management level and age level. [Emphasis mine.]

Cindy Adams, President and CLO at Leadership Circle, makes the following points:

“Creative leaders’ behaviors flow from their values and purpose,” Adams said, “rather than from a set of assumptions about how leaders are supposed to behave.” Creative Competencies are highly researched and validated effective leadership competencies around the world. These include competencies that scale across five dimensions:

1.     Relating

2.     Self-awareness

3.     Authenticity

4.     Systems Awareness

5.     Achieving

Yet this very illuminating article also asserts:

Despite all the measurable benefits female leaders bring to organizations, many (organizations) still do not effectively develop and support them. [Emphasis mine.]

Certainly no “organization” is larger or more complex than the Executive Branch of the United States, which, disappointingly, fits squarely into that infuriating assessment.

So what do we do about that?

We change it. We now have a female candidate for the presidency who not only embodies every competency Cindy Adams lists (as well as others detailed in the article, which I encourage you to read), but Kamala Harris is setting the town on fire in every category essential to a successful presidential campaign: stellar fundraising, rising polls, and the enlistment of enthusiastic volunteers. She’s earning key endorsements, electrifying the electorate, pulling in the youth vote, and making people feel hopeful, optimistic, and uplifted… all those thesaurus words that have to do with FEELING LIKE WE CAN ACTUALLY SAVE OUR DEMOCRACY.  

AND with a woman.

A brilliant, accomplished, fearless woman. A woman with an infectious laugh, great dance moves, a loving husband and family, and a fierce level of energy. A woman who has tussled with every kind of man in every kind of situation without losing her footing or focus. A diplomat, an advocate, a fighter.

And, by the way, we’re taking back ”like a girl,” just as we’ve taken back the American flag back from co-opting right-wingers who somehow thought they had the franchise on patriotism. We’re redefining the phrase from a sneer of misogynistic condescension to something that signifies just what a strong, self-possessed girl really is: “…self confident, productive, optimistic, a go-getter, a fear-tackler, caring, unafraid to stand up for what one believes in, proud, unbothered by what others say or think, and true to one’s self.” [from DiscoveryMood.com]

That’s Kamala Harris, a woman who has won the necessary delegates to be the official Democratic nominee; a woman who is going to change the metrics for who gets to be leader of the free world; a woman who is, indeed, “running like a girl”… a kick-ass girl with smarts, sass, and really good shoes.

Let’s get her in the Oval Office, shall we?

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