Not while I'm actually driving, mind you, because that is illegal.
I love my state. I must, to keep living here despite the rampant hatred and stupidity that controls our destinies. Y'all didn't know that anti-bullying legislation was geared to further the "homosexual agenda," did you? Hell, I was just surprised there still was an agenda. I would like to note that most of the New Orleans area reps voted in favor of the bill. But still, I am flooded with anger that I live somewhere so bigoted we live up to our stereotype. I can understand why most of my classmates want to leave the south when they graduate.
I also know there are assholes everywhere, and that stupid bills are being passed and good ones being shot down all over the country.
Sometimes, when I sit and think about the rampant extremism (rightwing extremism, I should elucidate) that is sweeping this country and I get angry. I get frustrated. Then I get scared. How far is this going to go? How far are the apathetic lefties and waffly centrists willing to let this go? I become a live wire, snapping at everything around me, pissed that more people don't care, uncomprehending that caring that much takes effort; I'm willing to put in the effort what are you fucking doing?
Then I take a deep, calming breath - or watch an episode of LOCI, which has the same emotional deadening effect - and try to remember that my values aren't everyone's values. Whatever. I'm tired. I wish I could not care. Maybe my anger is simply envy that I can't be apathetic too.
God, I want to just drive around in the rain, listening to melancholy Southern Gothic (or Americana, if you prefer that term) music, park by some watery, green place, drink whiskey, and talk until dawn. Can we make that happen, please?
Or possibly I just need to buy myself this awesome necklace. I know I promised myself I wouldn't have anymore straight girl crushes on gay girls, but - like Rachel Maddow in her glasses - I just can't not adore Carrie Brownstein. Wearing her face around my neck would be like a talisman, a bit of positive indy juju I can look at to remind myself there are others who are angry, who care, who wish they could be apathetic.
Then we can all go for a drive in the rain while listening to the Low Anthem while we pass the bottle of Jameson around.
I also know there are assholes everywhere, and that stupid bills are being passed and good ones being shot down all over the country.
Sometimes, when I sit and think about the rampant extremism (rightwing extremism, I should elucidate) that is sweeping this country and I get angry. I get frustrated. Then I get scared. How far is this going to go? How far are the apathetic lefties and waffly centrists willing to let this go? I become a live wire, snapping at everything around me, pissed that more people don't care, uncomprehending that caring that much takes effort; I'm willing to put in the effort what are you fucking doing?
Then I take a deep, calming breath - or watch an episode of LOCI, which has the same emotional deadening effect - and try to remember that my values aren't everyone's values. Whatever. I'm tired. I wish I could not care. Maybe my anger is simply envy that I can't be apathetic too.
God, I want to just drive around in the rain, listening to melancholy Southern Gothic (or Americana, if you prefer that term) music, park by some watery, green place, drink whiskey, and talk until dawn. Can we make that happen, please?
Or possibly I just need to buy myself this awesome necklace. I know I promised myself I wouldn't have anymore straight girl crushes on gay girls, but - like Rachel Maddow in her glasses - I just can't not adore Carrie Brownstein. Wearing her face around my neck would be like a talisman, a bit of positive indy juju I can look at to remind myself there are others who are angry, who care, who wish they could be apathetic.
Then we can all go for a drive in the rain while listening to the Low Anthem while we pass the bottle of Jameson around.