I totally get that the vast majority of people think this way. I easily concede. I’m just too old and/or tired to be uncomfortable for a long time so we can hang-out when we are…traveling to a place to hangout.
This is just the way that I am. I don’t need all that much watering and feeding. And I look at transport as utilitarian. I get it done as efficiently as possible and see you at the destination.
In my view, we need to line up single file, have our boarding passes ready, not change seats once boarded, sit quietly, and get there already.
If it’s a romantic partner? Separate us. It’s fine. We can play footsie when we get there. A friend? Awesome. Hope they get some shut eye wherever they’re seated. I will be doing the same.
I’m broken.
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I am going to tackle this one quickly for a couple reasons. One, these replies have been going steadily for a couple of days. All from men. All of them. So let’s do some light discourse analysis…
The primary document features a woman’s first person account in an area that overlaps with her professional expertise. Based on what that document provides, this woman is a trustworthy subject.
Nowhere in that primary document does the woman describe her actions as fraught.
A non-expert but generally trustworthy reader assigned “incredibly fraught” to the primary text.
More seriously let me say something. I theorized years ago that info societies threatened masculinity by attaching economic value to femininities characteristics, like social ties and discourse.
Clawing that back is how we get to a place where feminized qualities like basic care work is so passionately diminished that many people will burn down public health to avoid it.
One of my great joys as a careful writer is having someone on the internet not read what I wrote and then argue with me about what I either did say (and better) or didn’t say (because doing so was better).
What I’m saying is I hope all of them get diarrhea.
A close second is being a careful writer for well-documented reasons and having people who can live freely by being sloppy get mad that I said what I meant but didn’t scream and holler invective while doing so. See same wish.
I play Betty Davis about once a week. I just added her to an essay not two days ago! A beacon for strange Black girls who just don’t want to be tied down. What an icon. It seems she, too, has said enough of this world.
I just wanted to put on some fishnets and do whatever the hell I wanted. My whole life goal.
They Say I’m Different is perhaps the best known and the one in regular rotation over here. But this is a close second