You: Pardon me
Me: What
You: You’re standing on my foot
Me: I don’t think so
You: You are
Me: I don’t have a standing on feet bone in my body
You: If you just look—
Me: So now I can’t even stand
You: No it’s just that—
Me: You have to be SO CAREFUL these days where you stand—GOD
You: If you could just move
Me: I don’t think I’m standing on you
You: But you are. On my foot.
Me: I didn’t mean to
You: Yes but you are
Me: Well I always stand here
You: You’ve been on my foot every time
Me: Well then why didn’t you ever say anything before?
You: Can’t imagine
You: My foot really hurts
Me: I don’t think so; I don’t feel it
You: Yes, it’s MY foot. *I* feel it
Me: That scolding tone makes me want to step on your foot
You: Ow
Me: That’s what you get
You: Honestly, I need to move
Me: Then move! *I* move wherever I want without help
You: Again, you are standing. On. My. Foot.
Me: So sick of people making everything about feet.
You: I ...
Me: *I* have feet too, you know
You: Your foot is ON mine!
Me: That's so divisive
You: So anyway—
Me: It is really divisive for you to say I'm someone who stands on feet
You: You are. Right now. You can see it. Look down.
Me: I don't look down
You: What do you mean, you don't look d—
Me: I was taught all feet are the same
You: WHAT?
Me: I don't even SEE feet
You: That's better
Me: What?
You: You moved.
Me: Did I?
You: Yes.
Me: You were trapped and I freed you!
You: I wouldn't quite put it that w—
Me: I'm the hero!
You: That is NOT what happ—
Me: A 'thank you' would be nice
You: You're still on my laces
Me: It's always something w/you
Me: I think we both learned something
You: DID we?
Me: Great dialogue
You: OK?
Me: Exchange of ideas
You: Man, whatever
Me: You know? I don't think *I* taught YOU so much as...
You: Don't finish that—
Me: YOU taught ME
You: —sentence
Me: ANYhoo I'm voting the foot-stepping party
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Mace’s question seems like a non sequitur, since the topic was immigration. It’s actually part of a unified supremacist frame of domination.
The question invites us into a frame where a woman must be defined. It's very important to refuse the invitation by rejecting the frame.
In this frame, a woman is a *thing* that must have a definition. Once you accept that premise, all that's left to determine are where the boundaries are and who gets to establish and enforce those boundaries. So, from the fascist frame, it is a border security question of sorts.
There's a moment in Steven Soderbergh's film Traffic where the newly freed drug boss says to the drug lawyer who had been working behind his back "do you know the difference between a reason and an excuse? Because I don't."
At this point the lawyer knows he is in deep shit. 🧵
(By the way this thread is part of a longer essay, but if I lead off the thread with a link to an outside source, it usually gets crushed by this site's dork owner and his algorithm shenanigans, so here you go.)
Anyway the lawyer knows he's in deep shit because "do you know the difference between a reason and an excuse" means "I'm not buying your bullshit," and if newly-freed-drug-lords-behind-whose-back-you've-been-working aren't buying your bullshit, then it is murder goon o'clock.
One thing I’ve noticed is, the meanest tables are often popular ones. Sometimes they are the most popular. My observation here would be that bullies know that cultivating friendly relationships is useful and necessary for effective bullying.
Any abuser knows they need accomplices. If dad is getting drunk and beating mom up he’s going to need everyone to keep nice and quiet about it, and if anybody squawks then it’s got to be quickly framed as something bad being done to him rather than the other way around.
If it looks as if the truth of the story is about to get around he’s going to need people to stand up for him in that moment and say things like this: “Nooooo! Not him. I know him. He would never. He has never been anything but nice to me.”
When people decide to leave the place they are and move to a different place, there’s an observable order to it. The order is very important.
So, in movement, there is the moment of arrival at the destination.
But before that moment, there is the actual journey. We began here. We moved until we got there. We put one foot in front of the other. We set sail and kept going until we arrived. The aircraft cut its way across the sky. This is the journey.
There's so much scandal all the time, it can be hard to remember where we are, much less how we got here. But they say it's important remember the lessons of the past, or else we're fated to do...something, I forget what, I forget, I forget.
It's really hard to know where to begin when it comes to where we are. There's only so much sheer volume of blatant corruption and noxious hate that a person can stay aware of even if they're trying. Eventually something pushes out.
It came out this week that NC Republican gubernatorial nominee Mark Robinson has in past years spent his time posting pro-slavery and pro-Nazi comments on porn sites, and other things of that nature, many of which are so bad CNN, who broke the story, declined to print them.
Conservatives keep telling us they're oppressed, and when they define what form the oppression takes, they explain that other kinds of people ... exist.
You know what? Let's do it. Let's actually do it. I think we ought to oppress conservatives.
Other people *should* exist. 🧵
Let's oppress conservatives with a kind and open and generous world that they will hate and fear specifically because it will care for everyone, even them, while it refuses any longer to accommodate the revenge fantasies that they call "self-defense."
At the bottom of it all, it strikes me that conservatives are driven by fear. They're big fraidy-cats, scared specifically of the ongoing danger of good and necessary things, of openness and diversity and peace and plenty.