You need a New Passssport Card

I got this email today!

BTW, here’s the link to getting a passport card. Mom, if you want to vote, you are gonna need one of these since you changed your name when you got married. https://travel.state.gov/content/travel/en/passports/need-passport/card.html

Get a Passport Card

Correction!  The State of Maine changed my name. I was not consulted!

My question to my Beloved Government is: Why now, after 85 years, are you requiring me and ALL other Women to prove that we are residents of the United States and are valid American citizens, in order to vote?

When I married, I did not ask, nor was I consulted, to have my last name discarded, and to take my husband’s last name, nor did I agree to become a non-citizen! It was not a government order to discard me! We were married in a church.

I understand that in the eyes of most businesses, I am a second-class citizen, or more accurately, a second-class human being, just because I piss sitting down!

In the eyes of every employer, I was considered and treated as such. When raises were offered, I was skipped over or told that I had a husband “to take care of me.” I’ll bet that sounds wonderful, especially for those women who were left by their” free to do what the hell they wanted to do men,” many of them had no means of support and kids to raise on their own!

I really LOVED the one where I was “given” a 25-cent an hour raise, and the MAN was given DOLLARS AN HOUR because he had a family to raise. AND he was allowed to harass me every day we were cooped up in one room. To my credit, I didn’t tell that Woman-Owned company precisely where they could insert that 25-cent raise. I was the inside salesperson, and he was the outside salesman. The fact that I was the top salesperson went unnoticed.

The week I got my Real Estate license was the last day of working for someone else! Of course, there was the Owner/Broker, but if you produced, you were left alone, and I produced! I loved, loved, loved Real Estate! For the first time in my life, I was paid what I was worth!

Of course, I still had to contend with most of the brokers being of the male persuasion, and many tried to treat me as a secretary or maid, but that was discouraged by little old me.

BTW, on that same vein: The IRS also treated me like a non-citizen! I was only credited with the earnings of the companies where I was employed and paid wages, not ANY of my Real Estate Commissions. Don’t tell me to contact and try to get anyone to listen to me! Did that, and was given a large package of printouts of wages earned from employers, and amazingly, not one of the real estate companies. 

If I sound bitter, that would be an understatement! I suspect many more women feel like me: like many modern women, I make good money and feel free. Don’t look over your shoulder, because Big Government may look at you, too!

Now, I am enjoying my life, sewing for friends and writing books! If you want to learn a little about what life was like in the earlier days of Real Estate, try “Murder on Lake Haverly” and “Option.”

Visit my website, http://www.brendacolbathbooks.com, where eBooks and paperbacks are available.

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