I’ve been getting too angry at my computer screen lately, so this week’s takedown is something that made me burst out laughing when I saw it. I mean, sure, it’s still craptastic, and there is a lot to talk about, but – well, you’ll see. It’s funny. Continue reading
There are certain words that, in and of themselves, are polarizing. Jargon that is used by either side of a debate, and once somebody utters one of these words, it’s almost always a good idea to back away slowly, as the conversation is not likely to go anywhere. One example is “Obamacare.” President Obama has attempted to embrace it in a positive way, but I’ve yet to hear it coming from a mouth that is not sneering, and the instant that it is said, I know that the person has dug in their heels and meaningful conversation won’t be possible. On the other side of things, much as I hate to admit it (since I use this phrase), “the War on Women” is a clear signal that the speaker is pretty far left of center and if you want to argue with them about abortion, you probably won’t be changing their mind. Continue reading
Once in a while, I succeed in talking someone out of their opposition to gay rights, and in doing this, I try to figure out why the person harbors prejudice in the first place. Because bigotry hurts so many people so deeply, it’s tempting to say, â€œBecause they’re jerks, that’s why.â€ That’s not specific or accurate, though, and if you’re trying to change someone’s mind, â€œyou’re a jerkâ€ isn’t the most persuasive opening statement. Here are some reasons why I think anti-gay prejudice has been so persistent. Continue reading
I hate the “mommy wars.” The very idea of mothers taking up arms against each other based on how they choose to raise their children is, to be honest, absurd. Sure, there are plenty of women out there with strong beliefs one way or the other, and the Internet facilitates strong reactions and loud voices, but the truth of the matter is that we are all doing the best we can given what we’ve got. The “mommy wars” are amplified and sold by websites and magazines: oh look it’s another example of women being catty, click here and feed the advertisers. Continue reading
There are things that show up in Facebook feed that warrant a thoughtful deconstruction, there are things that I find irritating but I could understand why somebody, somewhere, might think it’s funny, and then there are graphics that force me to shut down my computer and walk away because the anger is instantaneous and white-hot. Brace yourselves, this is one of the latter. Continue reading
I am pissed.
I am pissed because I have heard for my entire life that Christianity is all about love and forgiveness, that Jesus was full of compassion, that when we ask ourselves What Jesus Would Do, we are trying to find the best parts of ourselves and put them forward. Continue reading
At least once a week I have to stop myself from writing on a Facebook friend’s wall, â€œDear Facebook friend, I wish you weren’t being ignorant, but since you are, I wish you wouldn’t share your ignorance with the whole of your Facebook community.â€ I stop myself from writing comments like this because I doubt they would be productive. And this type of non-confrontation confrontation causes me anxiety that I, selfishly, prefer to avoid. The inevitable comment backlash often lasts for days, and, in my experience, those sharing dipshitted views never see the dipshittedness of their ways. So, what’s the point? Continue reading
This week’s crapdate shows up in all sorts of ways, in a variety of forms, and it’s the kind of post that seems innocuous and silly. The more of them I see, though, the more they rub me the wrong way. Continue reading
You know what’s always funny? Jokes about feminists. HAHAHAHAHA. Oh wait, that’s called a lack of creativity and being a lazy comedian. You know, low-hanging fruit. It’s not funny because it’s clever, but rather it’s “funny” becauseâ€¦ well, it’s not funny.
A few weeks ago, I was fuming after reading one of Susan’s fantastic takedowns. I was yelling and swearing, sitting alone at my computer, and it felt good. My anger felt productive, like it was easing some of the helplessness I felt at the subject of Susan’s rant. I felt so certain I was on the good-guy side of the argument; I wore my righteous anger like a suit of armor. Continue reading
Cinco de Mayo commemorates the battle of Puebla where the Mexican army defeated the French. It is barely celebrated in Mexico and I hate it; I hate it with a passion and I get irrationally angry when I see what a huge deal it is made out to be here in the U.S. Continue reading
Ooh, this week’s takedown is a perfect combination of bullshit nostalgia and judgmental shaming, wrapped in a saccharine sweet packaging. The kind of awful that you feel bad pointing out that it is awful, because shucks, the crapdate poster just wants everybody to love everybody else. Continue reading