Mean Girls

(No, I’ve never watched that movie. My brother tells me I should, but ehhhhhhh.)

I almost feel like I’m ready to scrap this little experiment and start a different blog. One where I don’t even try to be anonymous – and thereby can delve into some things I might not otherwise.

The qualification I’m still missing, my “EXP to get to the next level,” if you will, is learning to not say mean things on the internet. To not go around mocking and laughing at people for being stupid (even if they really really are). I’ve gone rounds with myself on this before: no matter how much FUN IT IS, I probably shouldn’t be doing that. I really ought to be above that. I should not indulge myself in such things, especially not so heartily.

Gleefully stooping to someone else’s level of deficiency and beating them over the head with it is probably some kind of sin. Leastways I feel like it oughtta be.

But I have not broken this habit yet.

It might take a while.

FAMILY Matters.

I’ve been accused of being…

– “Racist” because I am white.

– “Homophobic” because I am straight.

– “Sexist” because I’ve made home and family my career.

– “Misogynistic” because I am anti-abortion.

I’ve been dropped like a hot potato by “friends” (people I legitimately hold dear and have more or less given “the shirt off my back,” so to speak, at some point or another) for nothing more than the heinous crime of wearing a “TRUMP 2016” T-shirt in exactly one photograph – because wearing that T-shirt MUST OBVIOUSLY mean that I am in fact ALL of the above points rolled into one awful human being in spite of never demonstrating any of them in any of my behavior or speech over the course of months and years.

Guys, I didn’t even VOTE FOR TRUMP. As a married woman, I always give my ballot to my husband – but as an unmarried woman (at the time), I just didn’t send it in. (“Screw you, America; you can have my vote when you give me a husband capable of voting in my place,” basically.) Put some of that in your crackpipe, modernist plebs.

So I just wanted to put this here for the record and for posterity – and you know, maybe just in case this whole stupid world makes me lose my mind and I end up needing a reminder:

I’m not about isms, and I’m not about phobias, and I’m not about hatred of any kind (excepting insofar as I hate everyone – equally and at all times).

What I’m about is FAMILY.

And I don’t care how wonderful or grand ANYBODY’S IDEA might sound; if it’s built or disseminated on a platform that is ANTI-FAMILY, then I will never support it. Not ever.

This has nothing to do with anybody’s race, orientation, gender, etc.

The question is this: do you care about FAMILY?

And no, you don’t need to have or even to want children yourself in order to care about FAMILY.

I have a gay brother who has never wanted children, and if I had to make up my own religion he would be a SAINT. That man loves his family, and he frankly puts a lot of my Christian friends to shame in the way he honors and takes care of our parents.

I’ve known folks of all “minorities” who would be among my first picks as shipmates, figuratively speaking.

I would love nothing more than to put an end to all forms of discrimination that hurt people. The problem with all of these “social justice” movements that my liberal friends have bought into is that they don’t offer that. Not really.

What White Liberal Social Justice Movements offer to oppressed and persecuted minorities is this: the opportunity to have their struggles co-opted and capitalized on, in order to line the pockets of one particular group of old white men who gained their wealth and power and built their dynasties on a foundation of human exploitation (yes – including racism and slavery, you bet your sweet bippy)… instead of some other group of old white men who did the same exact thing under a different flag/party/astrological sign/whatever and are therefor evil.

What these peoples are offered, universally, is the “elevation” to the sort of “privilege” they “deserve” – which, hysterically, functions PRECISELY to prevent them from doing the same thing all those old white men have done: it prevents them, absolutely, from forming and maintaining FAMILIES that last and become dynasties capable of wielding the power and influence to challenge their own.

They are offered the “privilege” of living the ANTI-FAMILY lifestyle. They are offered the “privilege” of being atomized units of expendable human labor. The “privilege” of being fodder for the machine that actually oppresses them. The “privilege” of a sterile, dead-end existence.

This is better than that, they say. The hybrid fruit, not the heirloom. “We already have too many people,” they say. (“Just die. We’ll replace you.”)

But which do they choose for themselves and for theirs?

Why is it for THEM, but not for YOU?

That is what I would ask those friends, if they would listen.

And I think that’s why “The Left” so aggressively promotes and fosters the “with us or against us” mentality. They never want to let the conversation reach that point.

I don’t usually get into politics. I don’t LIKE politics. I think politics is for men. But it’s like I’m not ALLOWED to just keep my mouth shut and live my life. That’s not good enough. Silence is now tacit approval of everything that is bad.

I HAD to say something. And if you skimmed down and didn’t read the whole thing, the tl;dr version is pretty much:

“NO U”

Writing about Writing

Dear World,

The most important thing is that I don’t want anybody to take me too seriously.

Frankly, I might say a lot of things that are wrong.

I’ve come to accept over the years that I am a highly intuitive thinker. This means that I don’t always have an “argument” for everything – and no, I likely CAN’T cite any sources without taking at least a few minutes to hunt one down first. But my intuition has been right a whole lot more often than it’s been wrong, so I’ve learned to roll with it.

My brother said something the other day that really struck a chord with me. Paraphrasing:

“If I say something that is FALSE, it is only because I am TRYING and FAILING to say something that is TRUE.”

I do this a lot. My words don’t always come out right. Or sometimes I “put two and two together” not realizing that one of my twos was actually supposed to be a three.

So you might see me correct myself a lot. I might un-publish entire posts and then re-publish them later with some bits changed or left out or added.

I often become emotional when I write – especially about issues that are near to my heart, or that hit “close to home.”  A natural consequence of this is that I don’t always make my points well. I don’t always represent the truth (or even my limited understanding of it) clearly – even when I am trying earnestly to do so.

On the other hand… sometimes I say things that are patently wrong, for no other reason than to make people THINK. It seems to me that particularly hungry TRUTHS are often effectively baited by little floundering lies.

But I DON’T say things that are false or wrong for the purpose of misleading others. There are a lot of nasty things you could call me that just might be true – but “liar” isn’t one of them. If I’ve lied to anyone since I was a girl – it was only because I lied to myself first.

This “information age” is a very interesting time to be alive, because suddenly anybody and everybody can put on an air of authority and offer counsel to the masses.

I’ve seen a lot of people come under fire for backtracking, redacting, reshaping (and so on and so forth – in other words, changing somehow) the counsel that they offer up. If you backpedal, if you change your opinion, if you start singing a different tune – your “authority” is suspect. People who cling to obvious lies for the sake of seeming steadfast and unchanging are lauded as “consistent.”

Whether you’re more of a “faith” kinda person or more of a “science” kinda person – this is silly.

Faith in a higher power is predicated upon human fallibility.

The entire premise of science insists that we must be willing to reshape the parameters of our understanding when presented with new evidence which challenges those parameters.

To be changeable – to be adaptable – to be malleable in the face of fallibility – is the very basis of mortal existence (and survival), no matter which side of the fence you’re looking over.

I’ll be the first one to tell you that I’m a bit of a hot mess. I have emotional and psychological baggage which prevents me from seeing some things clearly.

Don’t we all?

So here’s how it goes:

In the first place, I don’t claim ANY authority upon which to assert that the words I speak or write are necessarily the objective truth.

Furthermore – I am, above all, angling to discover the truth. Above all, I want the TRUTH.

I’m not putting myself out there as someone who “has truth to give” to other people. All I can offer is a small glimpse into my own personal search for truth.

Kitty