This is a pretty common thing for people to say, in response to a total refusal to engage with abusive political ideas.
Saying it requires: first, a willingness to overlook intention, action, and effect; and, second, an acceptance of the lie that there are two "sides."
There are hundreds of "sides" — thousands. A wide diversity of lived experience and understandings of how to exist as a human, all trying to figure out how to live with one another in a way that honors the essential humanity and basic needs of everybody.
That's not one "side."
Then there are people who want only certain ways of being human to be recognized, and they want to define those terms, and they intend to punish any infractions against that order, and they want those who don't measure up to change or be punished.
That's not the other "side."
The problem with even talking about "both sides" is, it promotes people with abusive intention and a politics of domination to a state in which they are one of two equal "sides," with literally every other way of being human lumped together as the other "side."
It's a lie.
The problem with even talking about "both sides" is, it accepts the worldview of people with abusive intention and a politics of domination. They win before you start.
The idea there are only two sides, and they are one of them? That's their framing.
It's bullshit. It's a lie.
Listen: All of us, trying to figure out how to honor everyone's basic humanity? WE ARE THE SIDES.
People with a politics of domination have a completely different mission—an unacceptable one.
Our mission is honoring everyone's basic humanity. They aren't a side in that.
When somebody with a disability explains to you how something you've said makes their life more difficult, and you adjust your behavior, do you know what that is?
That's two sides reaching across the aisle to compromise and find solutions.
It's the thing people claim to want.
We ARE the sides.
People of abusive intent with a politics of domination aren't a "side."
They are an obstacle.
You want unity? Good. Us too. All the sides, trying to unify.
But we have obstacles.
You want unity? Stop listening to obstacles.
That's the framing.
If you treat people of abusive intent w/politics of domination as one of two sides, the conversation immediately stops being about figuring out how best to honor the essential humanity and basic needs of everyone, and becomes about WHICH people to exclude, pragmatically speaking.
Which is why—if you want unity—you mustn't treat all "sides" working toward the mission of unity as an equal "side" to the people who are being active intentional obstacles to that mission.
Which is obvious.
Which is what makes people who do so in the name of "unity" so toxic.
If you approach "both sides" in this way, you are actually aligned with a politics of domination and abuse, even if you are arguing against the politics of domination and abuse.
I'll repeat that:
EVEN IF you are arguing against.
So don't.
When you argue, argue better.
Understand you're not arguing with one of two "sides" that must unify.
Understand that you are arguing on behalf of all "sides," against an obstacle to the mission of unity.
Behave accordingly.
/end
Whenever I post something like this, somebody invariably appears to not so much prove my point as embody it.
Anyway literally lol to the "I went to art school to be a writer. I know how they think." A masterpiece in reductive condescension.
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THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING is, in my opinion, very good. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️½
Another one (after Shawshank) where I went in sure I would enjoy it, but not sure I would enjoy it as much as I had decades earlier (and also with trepidations brought on by more recently experiencing the unfortunate Hobbit movies)—but I liked it, I really really liked it!
Very clearly a labor of love on the part of everyone who had a hand in it, and with almost* every decision well-judged. Impeccable casting. Those miniatures, those costumes, that music ... man. Magic.
Nettles has her curtain pinned back on the choir side; an open invitation to visitors. Julius wanders over to her elegant cell and sits in the chair appointed near the opening. She nods hello without looking up.
Short, sunburnt, hair in a kerchief, wearing a blue brocaded caftan, perched on a stool, knitting. Julius watches her. She’s the eldest of their number, as the gray of her hair and the crease of her face will attest, but she holds a vitality that puts the rest of them to shame.
It’s something beyond physical prowess, it’s … presence, Julius supposes. An undefeatable consistency, a diamond sharpness to her particular way of being, which is direct but cheerful, pragmatic, almost hard-nosed, but optimistic.
“Great,” said Julius a long pause, perhaps less enthused about the notion of bad trouble on the way than Tennessee had hoped.
“So. What do I have to do?” Tennessee asks.
“Do?”
“To join up. Stay here with your gang. Huddle up under your roof.”
“The same thing everybody else who’s joined had to do,” Julius says. “Which is to want to join, and then to do it.”
“I don’t follow.”
Julius smiles. “Few do.”
“I have to do *something,* Captain. I have to show my value. I know how I’m perceived.”
The Sunday barbecue’s a tradition at the Neon: Brothers Brock and Jack light the two massive cookers and bring the meat out of the deep freeze.
One barrel they crowd with weenies and patties, the other they load with ribs and beef tips and brisket.
The residents of Checkertown gather to smell the meat cooking: kids first—some of them urchins damp with filth, others well-scrubbed and accompanied by parents—and then other dwellers from Domino City ...
... : workers from Slanty’s or scavengers from the blasted factories, cloaked in the sweat and the stench of the day’s work, a pimp or two along the margin, strutting with his girls, girls without their pimps, even the gangsters or the occasional shiny-suit boss ...
THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION is, in my opinion, very good. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️½
It's a pretty unhip movie to love these days (is my completely subjective sense) and it is almost mechanically formulaic and utterly square in the sort of way I usually associate with much older movies; but I can't bring myself to complain when it all works so damn well.
I got to show it to my kids—who knew nothing about it—and the thing I forgot is how well the execution of the conclusion is and also how what an amazing job the film (as opposed to all the marketing) does, both setting it up and also never leading you to expect it.
Jogging away, Julius thinks—You should have asked him his name. Do it soon—next time you visit. Tomorrow morning. Maybe tonight?
The priest’s finally left the Wales after long hours sitting in the common room, waiting without luck for another glimpse.
It’s starting to feel more like addiction than compulsion, more like greed than desire. And with it, of course, comes the shame. People who count on him have gone without assistance, and gone without knowing why, to boot.