1. Momentum, not shame
2. Build from the ground up
3. Get dressed
4. Count your victories
5. Use the clock
6. Have a kit
7. Restrict your partying
8. Be gentle with yourself
Yesterday, while curled up under a ridiculously fuzzy red blanket and applying for yet another job online, I had a realization:
The last eight years of my life have taught me exactly the skills I need to stay sane right now.
Note: this is a speech I gave on 7/18 for the Confront Corruption rally in San Jose.
I gotta tell you, I can’t tell if the system is broken, or if it’s working perfectly.
Most days it seems like it’s broken. The 2008 economic “recovery” made the rich richer and the poor poorer. Individuals in the U.S. pay astronomical amounts for basic health care. The United States represents only 4.4% of the world’s population, and yet we incarcerate 22% of the world’s prisoners. …
Here are six reasons. Do it this weekend. Seriously, just go.
In case you’ve been living under a rock, Marvel has finally picked up on the rumblings-turned-shouts-in-the-streets for better representation in their tentpole movies, and releases Black Panther this weekend.
I saw it. And fellow white people… you gotta see it too. Us, especially.
I’m addressing my fellow pasty brethren because already, some of us are shaming our damn ancestors (or, let’s be honest, making them proud) by posting racist, and eye-rollingly easy to debunk, crap on Twitter about showings of Panther. One subset of white folks wants to be…
A few years ago, someone asked me a question. When I answered, I learned something I didn’t really want to know about myself.
“Have you ever been raped?”
“No,” I said emphatically. “I’ve just had a lot of sex I didn’t really want to have.”
Yeah. That’s rape.
It’s been a year, and I’m sorry to say that I’ve actively avoided thinking about the ramifications of what came out of my mouth that day. Until the Ansari thing.
As I read the account of The Worst Date Ever, I found myself… sneering. “Well, yeah,” I thought. “That’s what some guys…
You know what?
It’s not worth it.
Just walk away, at least right now while they’re gloating.
In the meantime, donate to the ACLU. Give money to Planned Parenthood in Mike Pence’s name. Join the Black Lives Matter movement. Register as a Muslim. Do whatever you can, but right now they have no reason to listen, because they feel they’ve won. Quit talking if you can, cause it’s a waste of your time.
2. Remember that it’s not about you.
If you must spend Thanksgiving with Racist Uncle Bob, be ready with your facts and figures, and expect…
I know. I’m upset too.
Interestingly, that was the supposed trump card (I’m so so sorry, but there’s no better expression I can think of) in a recent argument: that I’m just too soft. My whole problem, according to a Drumpf-supporting relative on Facebook this week, is that I’m basically a Big Damn Baby (the phrase, “Put your Big Girl panties on, Lauren,” was supposedly the game-winning point in our several, very public, scuffles. Joke’s on her, as I haven’t been able to get out of pajama bottoms for about a week now).