O, say can you see

Way back in junior high school, our class applied for and got our Social Security card numbers. I have been working and using that card since I was seventeen. (Truth be told, I worked long before that. I worked as a governess when I was thirteen but it was not on a payroll.) I am female hear me roar that I have been underpaid most of my life because of my gender.

On Thursday, President Obama affixed his signature to the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act, a law named for an Alabama woman who at the end of a 19-year career as a supervisor in a tire factory complained that she had been paid less than men, thereby sending ... " a clear message that making our economy work means making sure it works for everybody.”

“It is fitting that with the very first bill I sign — the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act — we are upholding one of this nation’s first principles: that we are all created equal and each deserve a chance to pursue our own version of happiness,” the president said.

He said he was signing the bill not only in honor of Ms. Ledbetter ... but in honor of his own grandmother, “who worked in a bank all her life, and even after she hit that glass ceiling, kept getting up again” and for his daughters, “because I want them to grow up in a nation that values their contributions, where there are no limits to their dreams.”

My grandmother thanks you. My mother thanks you.
And I, thank you President Obama.

O...kay, the way to being reallly cool and really successful these days is to have an "O" Name. I want one, too.

First there was Oprah. Then of course, "O"--the Cirque du Soleil show.
And now, we have our President Obama.

ODale? Nah, I am already Irish.
ODD? Clearly, that won't work.
(When I was in a production of The Three Sisters, I played Irina not Olga. Close, but no cigar.)
Oh, don't call me, I'll call you...

If you have an O name suggestion for me, let me know. Or if you have your own O name, I would like to hear that, too.

Ob-la-di Ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on . . .