Was it a trick of birth that I'm not one of them? Was I unlucky in the cards destiny dealt? Perhaps there is a God or Gods in some celestial plane or atop a mountain or at the end of a rainbow bridge charting out my future. Perhaps its Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos spinning, dispensing and cutting the thread of my fate. Determining my allotment of suffering and success with a fairly impartial regard. What if I am but ones and zeros embedded in a fiction of some superior intelligence's design? My existence could be the result of any or none of these. Perhaps there really is nothing and all is chaos.
I've recently seen a large increase in book bloggers reviewing audiobooks. I love reading all the reviews and am more than a little jealous that so many people get so much enjoyment from something I just can't. I've tried y'all.
If you haven't read the Outlander series or haven't seen the show do not read further. I'm warning you! There will be spoilers! Don't ruin it for yourself. Just back away now.
The old, "if i have to go through it, so do you" thing. I didn't understand it then and as I've gotten older, I understand it even less. Being hurt is not a rite of passage. Life does not have to be a contest of who can endure the most.
I mean, how are we at a place as a species where that's demonized? How are we at a place where we think it's totes fine to deport a child immediately after she's had surgery even though she's been here since she was a toddler? How are we at a place where we value each other so little that we dehumanize anyone who was born on another piece of the planet than you?
Hi world, it's me again. That crazy Mom who yells at old ladies in Target or Wal-Mart or fill in the blank store. Yep, it's me. I'm the Mom who yells at weird guys whose eyes linger just a bit too long on my children or on me. Did I embarrass you when I called you out? Too mother fucking bad. Did I draw attention to your scumbag ass? GOOD.
I've spent the better part of my life being belittled for having the audacity to have actual feelings and....get this...showing them. I know, how dare I inconvenience the world with my empathy. How dare I think it's ok to cry at a sad part in a book in public. I mean, what if someones kid sees me. I might ruin someones $5 coffee for god sakes.
When you ban a book or a movie or a song, what you're really doing is taking away your kids ability to have empathy for another. You're taking away the chance that they will see another person as another person and not buy into some nonsensical stereotype. You're taking away the chance to build self esteem in your kid and you're taking away a chance for them to find who they are in the safety of a parent relationship.
So, think about it before you swing that ban hammer. The consequences could be more than you bargained for.
I sat in the midst of all that hate and thought of the people in those buildings. I thought of the people that were in those planes. I thought of how each person must feel while faced with their death. I thought of the horror of choosing to burn or jump. I watched as people did jump and I imagined the feel of their last seconds. The sight of the ground as they fell closer to it. About the time people were jumping from the buildings my teacher turned off the TV. When she turned around I was the only one not yelling. I was the only one not balling my eyes out. I had silent tears down my face as she looked at me. She and I locked eyes. I could see the anger in hers. I could see that she agreed with the others that war was needed. I stared at her until she looked away.
I know you're thinking that people will want to see your movies so bad that they will just give in and pay for it. Nope. That's assuming that the money is there to do that with. Which it isn't. I'm not the only broke lady either. There's millions of us and none of us have the time or money for this nonsense.
I'll keep my Netflix. I'll sign up for your stupid free subscription and then I'll cancel the heck out of every single one of your stupid services before you can get a dime out of me. Seems the only power the little people like me have is with our dollar. You won't be getting mine.