One of the saddest aftermaths of that Bean Dad asshole’s bullshit yesterday and my vomitus overshare afterwards:
The sheer volume of people raised by toxic parents who said they never had kids because they worried they couldn’t raise a child well.
Abuse has a long tail.
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If that is you and you are still at a stage of *deciding* whether or not to someday have kids, just know that you can indeed be a good and loving parent.
You inherited nothing. Toxicity isn’t written into your DNA.
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Parenting is ‘will’ more than ‘skill’.
If you have the will, you will find (or can learn) the skill.
I think being a product of some dysfunction can be, ironically, a strong foundation for becoming a loving parent.
You know the impact of dysfunction.
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To the people who passed on having kids as a means to break a familial cycle, I see you and support your decision.
To the people wondering if they should do the same, that choice is yours but know that the parent you would be is not defined by the parent who raised you.
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…which contributed to 20 players bolting for other teams or the NFL
And then, having shot itself in only one foot, FSU picked an expensive, losing legal battle with its own league… while alienating their best remaining quarterback - which made him decide he’s done there.
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Now, FSU has managed to put itself in a position where, after making a national spectacle of itself, it has to go up against an actual powerhouse Georgia team with what’s left of its own disintegrating team.
FSU threw such an epic tantrum, it ensured high ratings…
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On the morning of 9/11, a casual friend of mine was on a high floor of the World Trade Center above where the first plane struck. He called another friend of ours to tell him he was trapped and it didn’t look good. He didn’t make it out.
There is a 9/11 memorial near me…
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It has the names of everyone who perished on 9/11 etched in marble.
The memorials sits high on a ridge with sweeping views toward New York City twelve miles east.
It’s a beautiful spot. I used to park there at sunrise with my son when he was a baby.
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Every time I visit the place, I walk the wall and find Tommy’s name.
We were only lightly acquainted. Our circles overlapped but our worlds only overlapped one weekend a year up in Saratoga.
Still, I look for his name as a duty of remembrance.
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So, I’m in a notorious mob hangout today. An Italian-sounding place. Panera. And there are two older guys about 5 feet away. Straight in front of me.
It isn’t entirely unheard of in my area to cross paths with some goodfellas. I live in Sopranos Country. It ain’t fiction.
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So, I’m trying to write but my table is facing theirs and I can’t help but overhear (mostly because I was eavesdropping, but still) and these two guys are talking about “The Chin” which I cleverly deduced was Vinnie “The Chin” Gigante from having watched quite a bit of cable.
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And then they roll on to talking about somebody who was low-level loansharking and another guy who something something I don’t know.
And then the one guy says “That’s all Gambino now…”
And I’m pretty much feeling like I’m wearing a wire at this point.
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I entirely understand people’s beef with “Do Something” Twitter.
However, there is a difference between screaming “DO SOMETHING” and agitating for our federal government to do *some specific thing*.
When we need something specific to be done and it isn’t being done, telling the people pushing for it to shut up isn’t being anti-‘Do Something Twitter’.
It’s being pro Do Nothing Government. It is literally working against our own interests.