"To me learning to recognize when I'm just being premenstrual, and resisting the temptation to throw myself a miserable pity party in public."
"Hey, at least you didn't take it out on me."
"That's true. I took it out on the internet."
[clink]
"And did you see what the internet did? The internet done ga'e me the fanger."
"That's what it's there for, honey. That's what it's there for."
I'll clarify a few or several or maybe many things on that post tomorrow. But now, brandy.
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12 comments:
It wasn't a pity party, it was sharing.
Hang in there, sister.
I thought your post was great. I have had similar experiences with the rightie welcome wagon and then the backlash - which is why I never write about politics anymore, and instead blather on about my books and my personal life. But honestly - I related to what you wrote.
Could I have my finger back please? Seriously, I need that.
Dag, woman, way to make me feel guilty for lurking quietly all these years. You wouldn't know me from a hole in the ground, but I have agreed with 99.9% of everything you've ever written. And now I'm just a big, dumb, lazy jerk for letting you do all the heavy opinionating without ever giving you any huzzahs. Well, consider me chastened, and consider yourself humbly begged for forgiveness.
You bring the smackdown like no other, and you've spoken my mind far more often and more effectively than I've deigned to risk.
Plus, you're so fucking funny when you do it, too. I'm a sucker for the sarcasm.
So, don't let the mouth-breathing right or the knee-jerking left get you down. The soft, gooey center is where I find myself most of the time, and if that's where you are, too, so much the better.
You can write about politics, sunsets, workout bunnies, tandori chicken, or anything that comes to mind. Don't think for even a moment that you're not effective.
Ah yes. Well, in honor of both your crankiness wrt the Internets, particularly certain bits, and your near-moon-time, I dedicate to you my own poetical-type poeme I wrote to myself during That Time, once't.
http://theyummypage.blogspot.com/2006/05/ode-to-my-yoni-womb-and-other-beloved.html
Sorry you are feeling crappy.
Since the center has moved so far to the right over the last 20 years, I've found myself becoming more and more of a lefty even as my appreciation of fiscal accountability and personal responsibility has grown. You don't even register as a righty to me; you are way too sensible.*
And funny. I almost forgot the funny. Righties can be funny too, but mainly when they don't mean to be.
And hot. How would I know? It's all those leg lifts, healthy food and even healthier wit. You're smoking.
* My appologies to the 2 or 3 sensible righties that may or may not still exist. I'm waiting to hear from them any day now.
PS - To hell with that fuckwit who'd throw reform school in your face. Those who got through adolescence without getting into trouble worry me more than those who made mistakes. Of course I've done lots of stupid & self-destructive shit, so I've got fucking boatloads of wisdom now.
Perhaps it is time for the center to plop its gooey-ness into a foil baking cup and take back the Right to Be Sensible. It seems, in my experience, that most in the center stay quiet. I think it's because when speaking from the middle, one cannot answer a question as to one's position with merely a slogan. Hence, "Are you against abortion?" is met with something like, "Well, I feel that arguing about it has caused us to miss the boat in dealing with male sexual responsibility as we debate who has control over a woman's body. It seems that we don't want to confront the myth that only women are able to control themselves while men are simple animals wearing pants and stained underwear.Don't you think that if men weren't allowed to breed indiscriminately and take little or no responsibility for supporting the result (in New Mexico a man can be forced by the state to pay As Little As $50 a month in child support for two children, which certainly explains why said man now has four children by two different women)that the abortion debate would suddenly be clarified?" At this point the listener, usually a vapid mommy in the preschool parking lot, has glazed over and tried to distract me by asking me if my tattoo is real and did it hurt?
I'm practically to the left of Trotsky, but I've always found your commentary hilarious and insightful. I've only commented a time or two, but I've been a regular reader since I discovered you via PunkAssBlog awhile back. I hope you keep writing.
I found you via feministe a few months back and while my instincts are lefty, I agree with 95% of what you say b/c I think often the mainstream lefty bit sometimes misses the forest for the trees.
Sadly, since you moved your page, I can no longer read you on my lunch hour at work - it gets blocked for some strange reason. But I try to catch up on weekends.
Anywho, please keep blogging - FWIW, I love the snark and the funny and the scolding of all and sundry
I think there are more of us in the center than you think there are.
There's at least one more than I had realized.
More and more these days, my ideology, such as it is, can basically be summed up with:
"Don't be a total asshat."
Doesn't necessarily change all my political affiliations, but as far as who I talk to and who I don't...yeah.
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