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Jul. 24th, 2013 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chocolatepotYesterday I got the trifecta of bad.
Sexism! "I don't know how those girls can call rape when they dress the way they do."
"Yeah, [person she knew] had these girls run up to him and say this guy tried to rape one of them, and he told them he didn't blame him. Her skirt was basically up to her crotch."
Racism! [On a kid in Albany who picked up an abandoned gun in a vacant lot and accidentally shot himself in the hand, and his relatives talking on YNN.] "What do they think, living in places like that? Move out of that neighborhood!"
(You could argue that one as classism, but this is the second time she's said that PoC talking about problems need to move to a better neighborhood, whereas when white people in Oklahoma or Fort Plain who have relatively predictable natural disasters happen aren't told to move somewhere less likely to get flooded or tornado'd.)
Classism! ... Damn, I forgot the specifics for this one. Anti-Obamacare stuff. (YNN's been running a thing about how NY is starting to implement it for people who make less than $45k. I may be eligible for Medicaid!) It was there, though. It's actually there just about every day.
It is frankly weird to listen to them and then go check on Tumblr and see that once again someone has discovered Barbreyreyswells's frothy offense at my thing about Cosette. It does put things in perspective.
Someday I want to stand sweetly on a doorstep in a pretty blue dress hours after having given birth while looking completely perfect. I think that's as close as I will get to a religious experience.
I have decided that as much as I imagine having a romantic partner would make me feel better (and as much as I want babies omg), it is stupid to bother actively trying when I need to sort all my shit out and get into a more comfortable space, mentally and physically, before I add an extra stressor. And that it is not my fault if someone can't read my signals and complete lack of interest.
Sexism! "I don't know how those girls can call rape when they dress the way they do."
"Yeah, [person she knew] had these girls run up to him and say this guy tried to rape one of them, and he told them he didn't blame him. Her skirt was basically up to her crotch."
Racism! [On a kid in Albany who picked up an abandoned gun in a vacant lot and accidentally shot himself in the hand, and his relatives talking on YNN.] "What do they think, living in places like that? Move out of that neighborhood!"
(You could argue that one as classism, but this is the second time she's said that PoC talking about problems need to move to a better neighborhood, whereas when white people in Oklahoma or Fort Plain who have relatively predictable natural disasters happen aren't told to move somewhere less likely to get flooded or tornado'd.)
Classism! ... Damn, I forgot the specifics for this one. Anti-Obamacare stuff. (YNN's been running a thing about how NY is starting to implement it for people who make less than $45k. I may be eligible for Medicaid!) It was there, though. It's actually there just about every day.
It is frankly weird to listen to them and then go check on Tumblr and see that once again someone has discovered Barbreyreyswells's frothy offense at my thing about Cosette. It does put things in perspective.
Someday I want to stand sweetly on a doorstep in a pretty blue dress hours after having given birth while looking completely perfect. I think that's as close as I will get to a religious experience.
I have decided that as much as I imagine having a romantic partner would make me feel better (and as much as I want babies omg), it is stupid to bother actively trying when I need to sort all my shit out and get into a more comfortable space, mentally and physically, before I add an extra stressor. And that it is not my fault if someone can't read my signals and complete lack of interest.
