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sugarspiceandcursewords replied to your post “Dude just said, “While you’re writing postcards you can write to the…”
Yeah, we’re having a constant low-key version of that argument in my house. I think things are worse than he does, which ends up feeling like we’re on opposite sides even though it’s really more like moderate-left vs really left. It mostly results in fewer conversations about current events and more stewing on my part.
I’m getting it kind of all around– all kinds of dudes (it’s always dudes) keep telling me I need to chill. I’m not particularly vocally freaking out, but I have been writing postcards like they’re going out of style.
I saw an excellent article on Twitter about how women are far more attuned to early signs of radicalism because their rights are almost always the first thing targeted. Oh, here it is– it’s brief, and doesn’t go into much depth, but just reading the headline really crystallized things for me.
It doesn’t help that dudes are basically constantly telling women that they’re overreacting, but if it’s any consolation, our freakouts are pretty definitely justified.
I mean. Women are currently dying from lack of prenatal care access, and this administration explicitly wants to extend Texas’s condition to the rest of us. I’ve never been pregnant and don’t plan on ever becoming so but I am still a menstruating woman. This is personal. My dude doesn’t understand, no matter how good his imagination might be. (He thinks he understands, but he keeps telling me to chill out. No, he doesn’t understand.)
My mother just mailed me a handful of pre-stamped postcards to send to politicians. She gets it.
This morning Dude was like but why do you care so much if immigrants are being deported and i’m like they’re people and he’s like it sucks but why care so much and I’m like because this is not my goddamn country and he didn’t really know what to say. I think, to his credit, he was just upset that i was upset. His family were refugees! He’s not unaffected by this, he’s not unworried. He just thinks worry is unproductive. Which, fine, sure, but I can’t just turn that off.
sugarspiceandcursewords replied to your post “Dude just said, “While you’re writing postcards you can write to the…”
Yeah, we’re having a constant low-key version of that argument in my house. I think things are worse than he does, which ends up feeling like we’re on opposite sides even though it’s really more like moderate-left vs really left. It mostly results in fewer conversations about current events and more stewing on my part.
I’m getting it kind of all around– all kinds of dudes (it’s always dudes) keep telling me I need to chill. I’m not particularly vocally freaking out, but I have been writing postcards like they’re going out of style.
I saw an excellent article on Twitter about how women are far more attuned to early signs of radicalism because their rights are almost always the first thing targeted. Oh, here it is– it’s brief, and doesn’t go into much depth, but just reading the headline really crystallized things for me.
It doesn’t help that dudes are basically constantly telling women that they’re overreacting, but if it’s any consolation, our freakouts are pretty definitely justified.
I mean. Women are currently dying from lack of prenatal care access, and this administration explicitly wants to extend Texas’s condition to the rest of us. I’ve never been pregnant and don’t plan on ever becoming so but I am still a menstruating woman. This is personal. My dude doesn’t understand, no matter how good his imagination might be. (He thinks he understands, but he keeps telling me to chill out. No, he doesn’t understand.)
My mother just mailed me a handful of pre-stamped postcards to send to politicians. She gets it.
This morning Dude was like but why do you care so much if immigrants are being deported and i’m like they’re people and he’s like it sucks but why care so much and I’m like because this is not my goddamn country and he didn’t really know what to say. I think, to his credit, he was just upset that i was upset. His family were refugees! He’s not unaffected by this, he’s not unworried. He just thinks worry is unproductive. Which, fine, sure, but I can’t just turn that off.
