Today
Severe depression. No hope. Fear. Fear for my rights, fear for others rights. Disgust. Anger. Intense spouts of barraging words, including an intensely pronounced "fuck."
I woke up this morning and I was sick to my stomach.
I don't normally like to talk about my political thoughts, but if there is a time and a place to do so, it is now and here. I am disgusted to see that Jabba the Hut will be my next president (my mom and I have started calling him Jabba the Hut as we are both so tired of seeing his face and hearing his voice, even hearing his name, that we christened him something else entirely). It was too much for me to watch the election results live, as Clinton supporters started to tear up and hold onto each other. It was too much because I knew exactly what they were feeling.
What I am proud to see are people protesting the election results. And I'm proud to see posts from people insisting that we can't give up, that we have to keep fighting. We can't be nice liberals anymore, asking politely for civil rights and gender equality. We have to go out there and be as belligerent as the conservatives. We have to be as loud as them. We have to block everything that they plan to do. We have to do it for ourselves and everyone else out there. Everyone else who feels marginalized by a patriarchal, supremacist portion of the nation.
I think about when I read At the Existentialist Cafe and how Sarah Bakewell wrote about German Occupied France. Maurice Merleau-Ponty, the lone extroverted existentialist, had to teach himself to be nasty to the Germans in his country. And I think about that now. I have to teach myself to shout and demand rather than plead and beg.
For those of you who are afraid and scared, I am with you. For those of you who are disgusted and angry, I am with you. We are together and we're stronger in unity.
I woke up this morning and I was sick to my stomach.
I don't normally like to talk about my political thoughts, but if there is a time and a place to do so, it is now and here. I am disgusted to see that Jabba the Hut will be my next president (my mom and I have started calling him Jabba the Hut as we are both so tired of seeing his face and hearing his voice, even hearing his name, that we christened him something else entirely). It was too much for me to watch the election results live, as Clinton supporters started to tear up and hold onto each other. It was too much because I knew exactly what they were feeling.
What I am proud to see are people protesting the election results. And I'm proud to see posts from people insisting that we can't give up, that we have to keep fighting. We can't be nice liberals anymore, asking politely for civil rights and gender equality. We have to go out there and be as belligerent as the conservatives. We have to be as loud as them. We have to block everything that they plan to do. We have to do it for ourselves and everyone else out there. Everyone else who feels marginalized by a patriarchal, supremacist portion of the nation.
I think about when I read At the Existentialist Cafe and how Sarah Bakewell wrote about German Occupied France. Maurice Merleau-Ponty, the lone extroverted existentialist, had to teach himself to be nasty to the Germans in his country. And I think about that now. I have to teach myself to shout and demand rather than plead and beg.
For those of you who are afraid and scared, I am with you. For those of you who are disgusted and angry, I am with you. We are together and we're stronger in unity.