Make Me a Sammich is a ranty, sometimes funny, sometimes dead-serious blog mostly about my experience being a girl and a woman in the United States of America. Join me as I try to make sense of it all, with a little help from my friends and anyone else who shows up.
This blog contains articles written mostly by me (Rosie) with guest posts from friends now and then. Nearly all can be classified as “opinion” pieces (as is true of most blog posts) and as such, are intended to communicate ideas and encourage conversation. Always feel free to chime in with a comment, share with friends, and reblog with wild abandon. But for those of you who read and don’t comment, I know you’re out there, and this blog is for you, too.
Welcome to Make Me a Sammich, a place to read and talk about being a woman in the USA (and wherever you’re from!) in the 21st century.
PS: We’re not always going to agree, you and I. Sometimes I’ll write something here that you think is silly or wrong, and that’s ok, because this is my blog. I’m not a journalist except in the sense that I’m journaling my experiences, feelings, and opinions. However, as long as I breathe air I intend to learn, so I welcome polite comments of disagreement and debate. I want this to be a conversation, after all. A cup of tea between friends. Or I have some nice single malt if you prefer. But since this is my house, you don’t get to run around yelling and waving your arms or calling people names. You might break something or scare the cat or just make an ass of yourself and no one wants that. People who do these things will face severe consequences. Severe! Such as I may delete their comments and ban them from the site or if they’re really vile, maybe I’ll do even worse and leave them up for everyone to see.
PPS: For those of you tempted to bring up the fact that some women mistreat men and that policies exist that are unfair to men, rest assured that I am aware. That’s not what this blog is about. There are all kinds of inequities in the world. I know that. But in my country, the United States of America, a lot of rich white men and their corporate sponsors are making decisions about women’s health without involving women in the conversation. Teenage boys think it’s cool to talk about slappin’ bitches and hos. Rape is still a punchline and a sports analogy. That’s the conversation I’m having here*, and this is my house. If you want to talk about misandry or the evils of feminism, go start your own blog.