"...as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in {outrage} and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened."
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"...as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in {outrage} and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened."
Literally every theatre in the country when the credits started rolling at Infinity Wars.
Couple's Counseling
So my ex and I have a 3 yo together. Finally, after years of fighting (since the day I got pregnant), we are finally in counseling to try and make this work. We had our first session this afternoon, and I honestly just feel sad.
I’m not denying there is a problem, or that I’m a part of it. I just wish that my ex could acknowledge the seriousness of his behavior. He claims our relationship was never physically violent, but I saw him punch holes in walls, throw things around, and he almost raped me one night. And he still carries that explosive anger inside of him. I see it and after years of personal therapy and self-reflection I’m able to not let it scare me. Now he thinks I am nothing more than a “condescending bitch” (his words not mine).
There’s a part of me that really believes that I don’t have to do as much personal work to turn this around, but I don’t know if that is hubris or not. We have individual sessions coming up next month and I’m going to ask my counselor what she thinks. I’m not sure what she’ll say and I’m afraid of what she will say…
It’s been almost a year since I posted this and I figured I’d send out an update, for my own benefit if nothing else. We started counseling in January, and in March he had an emotional breakdown that actually led to a significant improvement in our relationship - we were having family days together and honest and open communication.
Two weeks ago we had a counseling session where he basically told me that I was the biggest mistake he ever made, and that I was crazy, and that I was a bitch. All because I told him I wouldn’t switch our custody schedule for our now 4 yo from one week at each home to two weeks without a court order. He flipped out on me and things are almost exactly the way it was before. Lucky me.
I’ll update again in a year. Hopefully things will be better.
I’ve been thinking about social outrage...
And the way the internet erupted a year ago when Donald Trump won the electoral college, and the presidency of the United States. Today I read an article where people are in utter outrage (commentators as well as media outlets) because our current FLOTUS is cutting back a tree that stands on the White House grounds. For whatever reason, it triggered a memory I have from high school, where I learnt a lot about social outrage. It was in 2004 - I would have been in Grade 10, and the world was watching the US election to see if George W. Bush would serve a second term. My social studies teacher decided to hold a mock election to teach us about the electoral college (I’m Canadian). He wrote down the name of each state and how many electoral votes each state carried. Because there were fewer students than states, each student received at least 2 slips of paper. I had Florida and Utah. I can’t recall how our teacher organized it, but I think he had us go from smallest to largest vote, which left me as one of the last to cast my vote. The entire class was enjoying it immensely, myself included. One of the guys in my class cast his votes for the Rhino party, and several jokingly voted for the Republicans. Our teacher kept tally of the votes on the whiteboard so we could watch the progress. Quick diversion into back story - I was raised in a highly conservative family. My father is highly politically charged, and I grew up with a stay-at-home father who ran an incredibly right-leaning news publication. I was, in my opinion, completely indoctrinated from a very young age to believe certain things, and in high school I was one of the few students who openly claimed conservative political values. I will follow with my current life views after finishing my story. Back to the moment in my memories - When it was my turn to cast my vote for Florida, the class had through their own amused devices made it so that the Republicans and the Democrats were very close to tied. My teacher called the student with Florida to the front of the class, and up I went and cast my vote for the Republican party, securing the win for that party. You should have heard the outrage in that classroom. The entire room was shrieking that it wasn’t fair, and that my vote shouldn’t count. This is the moment I will never forget. My teacher gave me a look, of shame, apology, and guilt, and cast the vote for the Democrats instead. I have his face in that moment seared into my memory, because he knew what he was doing was wrong. I got sent back to my seat, and it was never spoken of again. That day, I learned some hard lessons. That instance (and others quite like it) embittered me at a very young age. I learned that people act in their own self-interest no matter what the reward. My teacher gained nothing by sabotaging my choice, and in fact could have used that class as a teaching moment to teach the whole class that decisions have consequences, and if you don’t take your decisions seriously, then someone who does take it seriously instead will get what they want at your expense. Instead he decided to teach me that no one is above their own wish fulfillment. He taught me that I could be exposed to ridicule and contempt from my peers with no protection from the people in authority who weren’t supposed to let those things happen. It also taught me that social outrage trumps personal beliefs every time. Today, I am not a conservative. My life views have shifted to a place where I am incredibly moderate - I don’t hold either the moral values that conservatives believe in, or the way that liberals choose to handle financial matters. Both parties are deeply flawed and polarized, and I can’t and won’t cast a vote for either. However I believe to my very core that the amount of virulence, contempt and outright hatred that the left subjects any conservative-leaning individual to is absolutely inappropriate. Social outrage is a tool that people use to shame them into toeing the line, but that doesn’t translate into action, and all it does is create hostility. Bush won the second election, then Obama, and then after his two terms, we thought for sure our social outrage was a key component to ensuring that Trump would never win the presidency. The roar of surprise and hatred on the internet the day after the votes were counted in November 2016 reminded me of that day in high school, and in fact parallels so strongly for me that I can hardly bear it - the popular vote was for Hillary, but Trump won the college. Likewise in my class, the class was obviously mostly Democrat, but because of whatever hubris caused them to cast their votes against the Dems, the Republicans won the electoral college. Tell me, where is the demand for electoral reform? There is so much outrage over Trump’s vacation time, and Christmas cards, and yet I don’t see the one phrase that would ensure that this farce of an election never happens again - “Get rid of the electoral college”. All this outrage does is fuel the hostilities but doesn’t harness it into any positive or meaningful change. And our children are being subjected to it, for the crime of being born to parents who hold certain beliefs that aren’t socially acceptable. I was one of those children, and it has left marks in me that shouldn’t be there. My only hope is that one person reads this and considers that maybe there is a grain of truth in this story. I don’t want to change anyone’s mind about right vs left, right vs wrong, or any of it. I just wanted to share this memory and hopefully purge the sting I still feel from my psyche.
tl,dr; my high school teacher staged a mock us election and when i would have cast the winning vote for the republican party took my vote away from me and embittered me forever (well not really but sorta)
Trans people and the US penitentiary system
I recently read a truly horrific story about a trans woman who was transitioning when she was sent to jail for a couple years. Because of the laws surrounding trans people in the states, and because she was pre-op mtf , she was sent to a male facility instead of a female one. She was subjected to sexual assault, a lot of trauma, and her article was basically pleading for the consideration that pre-op trans people should be assigned to penitentiaries based on their preferred gender, not the one they were assigned at birth.
My question, which is more of a concern, is what would happen if this became legislation, and a reality and a trans ftm was sent to a male facility. I have absolutely no doubt that the same cycles of abuse would be perpetrated onto the man, especially pre-op trans men. Does anyone have any insights into this? I feel very conflicted, because I believe in rules, and that there are laws that should be in place to preserve and protect society, and it's very hard for me to go into the grey area of exception making, but I would not want to subject an individual (even one who had engaged in criminal behaviour) to this sort of daily torture. So when I think about a young woman who is still beginning the process of transitioning to male, and then being thrown into jail with a bunch of men with violent and criminal tendencies, I get really freaked out. But if we are respecting the sanctity of a person's preferred gender, does that not also mean they have to accept certain structures of society surrounding their gender?
I'm sorry if this triggers anyone in any way. I have been thinking about it for most of the last hour, and could use some alternative perspectives. I truly do not intend to offend anyone, and if I said something that bothers you, please tell me, as I am looking to educate myself, and want to do so in a way that creates a positive impact, not just for myself, but for the people who help me learn.
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That awkward af moment when your manager steps in, hands you a paper, starts to say "Would you, could you - " and you automatically finish it with "with a goat? I would not, could not with a goat." Luckily he took it in stride. Especially when I told him I was just kidding around.
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I'm running for rendezvous queen, and the young lady whom I consider to be my biggest competition (were all very friendly with each other, but there is still a fairly substantial prize in the end) has just declared me to be her nemesis. To be honest, I found it very amusing. She's a lot like me, just several years younger. She could definitely win, but I hope the poise I've gained through maturity will give me the edge I need to push through the finish line.
This taxidermy was found inside a late 19th-century French mansion which has been sealed up for more than 100 years. Via National Geographic.
Good to know people were just as fucking weird before the internet.
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It's the elusive yet ever-present Florida Man!!! My hero!!
Rendezvous!
I'm competing in a local pageant, and so far I've had three past queens tell me they think I have the edge to win, as well as one of the current candidates. I'm definitely in it to win it, and I'm trying really hard to keep my competitive nature in check to make sure that I don't ruffle feathers, but it's such a boost to think that in 37 days I could be Rendezvous Queen! Now I just have to make sure that no matter what, I push myself to ensure that I win because I worked the hardest of all the girls. Woo-hoo!
Not to be utterly maudlin but I'd really appreciate a good case of blood poisoning right now.
Her name is Margaret Hamilton.
Her name is Margaret Hamilton.
Couple's Counseling
So my ex and I have a 3 yo together. Finally, after years of fighting (since the day I got pregnant), we are finally in counseling to try and make this work. We had our first session this afternoon, and I honestly just feel sad. I'm not denying there is a problem, or that I'm a part of it. I just wish that my ex could acknowledge the seriousness of his behavior. He claims our relationship was never physically violent, but I saw him punch holes in walls, throw things around, and he almost raped me one night. And he still carries that explosive anger inside of him. I see it and after years of personal therapy and self-reflection I'm able to not let it scare me. Now he thinks I am nothing more than a "condescending bitch" (his words not mine). There's a part of me that really believes that I don't have to do as much personal work to turn this around, but I don't know if that is hubris or not. We have individual sessions coming up next month and I'm going to ask my counselor what she thinks. I'm not sure what she'll say and I'm afraid of what she will say...
It's been almost a month since he walked out of my life, without even saying goodbye. I trusted him, and I let myself feel open, and I just can't shake this awfulness inside of me. I don't understand what happened, and while I know it wasn't my fault, I just didn't see it coming. It's amazing how much pain a person can feel from such a short relationship. I move forward, but I don't feel like I'm moving on. And tonight I just feel sad and lonely :(