I have quietly sat on the sidelines, watching the world pass me by, feeling like a really old cranky woman.
Scarily, I can relate to some of the dotard supporters.
I wonder if being Politically Correct has not gone too far. Way too far.
Some of the things that make me shake my head in bafflement:
- the ever-morphing gender names
- the ease with which to transition
- kids medically and surgically transitioning
- how one can “be” a she/her in the morning, a they at lunchtime and a he/him by sunset… and how anger feels justified if someone misgenders the person
- how people quash free speech in the angry alt-right
- how stupid the president is… and no one is stopping the crazy-making behaviors before he kills all of us
- how easily people lie (myself included)
- how men really are led around by their cocks (blame my sex work job for that one)
- how transwomen insist they were not acculturated into the male world growing up and insist on crashing women-only spaces
- how people lobby to make Disney characters gay or lesbian
- how the word “fat” is the nastiest epithet someone can call another person
- how the more I know about Islam, the less I respect it
- how “christians” in the US have become the most hateful people on earth (so much for cultivating new christians through love and kindness)
- how stupid people can be not understanding kneeling for the National Anthem – they are purposefully being angry just to annoy those of us who believe Black Lives Matter
- how a “snowflake” is now an epithet instead of a lovely geometric design
- how “The Wall” is quietly being built and people just sit and watch
- how Flint, MI still doesn’t have clean water (that legacy is going to haunt us for eons)
- how Puerto Rico is being treated like shit because they are brown people and how Americans bloody well know it and don’t care in the least
- That In the Heights in Australia was shamed into not being performed amidst accusations of whitewashing when they did their best to fill the actor slots with People of Color
I was tempted to defend myself (I use PC terms when I can, I am not prejudiced against these folks, etc.), but I am leaving this piece to speak for itself.
Thank Stephen King’s On Writing: A Memoir for the Craft for this vomiting of things I have been too afraid to say out loud. He tells writers to “Be brave!” and write the things that are the most difficult to say.
So I did.
(And yes, I feel shame.)