I think it’s high time we white women find our voice and speak up. We don’t get involved nearly enough. And it’s been awhile since we made something all about us. So let’s talk about it. Because something has been weighing on my mind and I don’t think I’m overreacting when I say the Super Bowl Halftime show ruined my life.
I have not written lately because anxiety is a monster and I could go on a lot of rants about a lot of things and share my thoughts on how the world is burning and I maybe think
a new plague is in order? But instead I’m here with a schmaltzy bit of feel good reflection because, like Hilary Duff once said, “breathe in. breathe out.” Continue reading “Decade: In Review”
I have felt really hollow this week.
Listening to the discourse on Christine Blasey Ford and Brett Kavanaugh has affected me in ways I didn’t really anticipate. I feel at my wits end. And not even a year into this administration, I am starting to feel hopeless. Truly, tiringly hopeless. And I’m exhausted.
People have been talking a lot about breastfeeding. Because I am me, I had some thoughts. And because I am me and I have no filter, I felt compelled to share those thoughts with the interwebs.
I went to a Taylor Swift concert on my birthday, and it was the best, most fun time. I was so happy to be there. But the first thing I did when I got to my seats was map out an exit in case something went wrong.
I didn’t tell my sister that. I never vocalized it. I didn’t want to be morbid and I didn’t want to make light of the situations where venues had been attacked.
But that was in my mind.
I spent the better part of these first month’s of the year reading a book called Stamped from the Beginning. It’s the self-proclaimed definitive history of racist ideas in America and it has been …. engrossing. Shocking. Frustrating. Eye-opening. Sobering.
Frankly, it should be required reading.
So I’ve been pretty quiet lately. Blame life. Ambivalence. A subtle depression numbing me to the state of the world. I meant to come back with a general life update, something short and peppy, mostly for my sake so I could say I wrote something and be done with it.
But then I started writing it. And I realized I had something to say. Some thoughts, if you may. It’s old news but, hey, it’s my blog, my timeline.