The Lost Future
You’ve probably all seen this by now, but if not, go check it out. I’ll wait.
Misogynistic politician is misogynistic!
I was born in 1969, brought up by idealistic, intellectual hippie parents who fought for women’s rights and thought they’d won. They taught me that girls and boys are equal and I could grow up to be anything I wanted. That I had the right to do whatever I wanted with my body and my mind. That I could love anyone I chose, or be alone if I chose. That I was born free, just like the sappy song my dad used to play for me on his guitar.
As a kid, I was an avid reader of science fiction and imagined the future would be this wondrous, enlightened utopia of science and reason. We all would wear togas and Lucite sandals. We’d zip around in our flying cars and meet up with our brainy friends to discuss complex and exciting new scientific concepts over protein pill lunches. Equality for all would be a given and we would laugh and shake our enlightened heads over how silly our caveman ancestors used to be about things like genitals, skin color or sexual orientation.
Obviously, that’s not what happened.
How is it that, decades later, long past the iconic year 2000, a basic human right like a woman’s control over her own body is still up for debate? How is it that the most irrational and hateful branches of religion are still alive and kicking while science is increasingly under funded and marginalized? And where’s my fucking flying car?
All jokes aside, I can’t help but feel a kind of hate fatigue, wading through the deluge of misogyny and willful ignorance that seems to fill the interwebs these days. I want to be angry, but most of the time I just feel numb and disgusted. I feel like the Marching Morons are winning.
What do you think? Will we as a society ever move past this superstitious pussy-hatin’ ass-backwards kind of thinking or are rational, compassionate people the ones that will end up loaded into boxcars on the old Dodo Express?
Misogynistic politician is misogynistic!
I was born in 1969, brought up by idealistic, intellectual hippie parents who fought for women’s rights and thought they’d won. They taught me that girls and boys are equal and I could grow up to be anything I wanted. That I had the right to do whatever I wanted with my body and my mind. That I could love anyone I chose, or be alone if I chose. That I was born free, just like the sappy song my dad used to play for me on his guitar.
As a kid, I was an avid reader of science fiction and imagined the future would be this wondrous, enlightened utopia of science and reason. We all would wear togas and Lucite sandals. We’d zip around in our flying cars and meet up with our brainy friends to discuss complex and exciting new scientific concepts over protein pill lunches. Equality for all would be a given and we would laugh and shake our enlightened heads over how silly our caveman ancestors used to be about things like genitals, skin color or sexual orientation.
Obviously, that’s not what happened.
How is it that, decades later, long past the iconic year 2000, a basic human right like a woman’s control over her own body is still up for debate? How is it that the most irrational and hateful branches of religion are still alive and kicking while science is increasingly under funded and marginalized? And where’s my fucking flying car?
All jokes aside, I can’t help but feel a kind of hate fatigue, wading through the deluge of misogyny and willful ignorance that seems to fill the interwebs these days. I want to be angry, but most of the time I just feel numb and disgusted. I feel like the Marching Morons are winning.
What do you think? Will we as a society ever move past this superstitious pussy-hatin’ ass-backwards kind of thinking or are rational, compassionate people the ones that will end up loaded into boxcars on the old Dodo Express?