I dunno what to think... when I read this amazing piece of news I found myself... excited.
Like. EXCITED excited.
Positive news about the salvation of our republic should not elicit such a response. Right?
I’m deeply concerned about where my proclivities will track. Or... and hear me out here ... maybe this is my new kink?
JUSTICE!
Sweet sexy justice.
FFS I was raised on Wonder Woman and Scooby Doo. If sexy queens and nerds can’t come to the rescue, solve all manner of fuckery, look hot, and be funny doing it? I just give up.
I took my dogs for a walk earlier. There's a new family across the street from us and they have a wee baby. When I reached home, Mama and daughter were on the couch by their front window, observing passers-by. We stopped & the little lass's eyes widened when she saw my doggos...
I pointed to the little girl encouraging them to "look at the baby!" They were wagging their tails, watching the little girl intently, ears perked. Then she started bouncing up & down with glee. I picked up my fella Atticus by his front paws facing them, and had him "wave."
She then let out a joyous little screech. It was the best 5 minutes I've had in 10 days. Thank you, little one, for reminding me today of the importance of the little things.
Guys. I just had a slightly enraging conversation with a young man who claims his activism is more important than voting. He refuses to vote because he “doesn’t want to contribute to the hierarchy.” Thread
He said he worked on behalf of people who were forcibly evicted, and helped to reform crooked policies. I expressed gratitude. He explained that he is with a group that provides tampons and sanitary napkins to female inmates. Again, I told him he was amazing for doing so. /2
He passionately described a number of other causes he has championed, and I listened. All the while knowing he refuses to vote.
REFUSES.
He views it as a waste of time.
I was baffled. I tried to understand.
Then he gave me this gem: /3
Tonight, I had a conversation with my 12 year old daughter. I told her that I am a survivor. She blinked... and waited for me to tell her a survivor of a shark attack, an earthquake, a rabid raccoon, something... ANYTHING else but what I knew she absolutely knew to her bones.
I did not go into detail. I didn't need to. All I said, repeatedly, was that her Mommy is a survivor. I worried that she would look at me differently.
My own daughter.
Here's what she did - She hugged me tighter than I can remember my pre teen doing so in years. She asked if she could brush my hair before we went to bed.
Also... she said this "Mom, You have to come out. You can't let anybody else get hurt."
I have a degree in Journalism. I lasted only 8 weeks @fox32news & not as a result of the maddening pressure. NO. It was the obvious slant I witnessed which seeped into the writing, delivery, & overall mentality. More so, it was the utter lack of humanity I saw first hand. 1/
I quit. A few days later I was offered a job at a well known Chicago paper, & in dire need of the generous salary it would provide. Same week, I was headhunted for a job in the Ad industry. In my wide-eyed hope of changing the world for the better via journalism after college 2/
the Ad industry job option felt like selling out. But I remembered what I had seen, and how I couldn't *literally* meet my own eyes in the mirror after work sometimes. So I deviated, and went into the Ad world, where I have stayed happily, for 20 years. 3/