Trigger warning: Rape, racism, animal cruelty
This post, unfortunately, is not about kindness. It uses very foul language and context in order to make a point.
Late last night I received a text from a loved one who was dismayed with herself for having gotten into a toxic FB discussion, "for the first time since I was about 12." She reacted to someone who was defending cops for shooting and killing the dog of a cooperative, un-armed black man. There were apparently several messages exchanged and she sent me a screenshot of this guy's way-out-of-line response to one of her messages. The quote which follows is something he apparently thought was okay to say publicly to a young woman he doesn't know.
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"I bet you'd be really happy if your ass was getting gang raped by some thugs and a cop stopped it while you got 10 inches of thug cock barreling through your ass. YOU are what's wrong with today's society. You have no respect for authority, obviously. Which indicates you have poor intelligence. I love getting into arguments with stupid people on the internet because, in the end, I always make them look stupid. Grow the fuck up and stop bashing cops. Fucking ten to one bet you're a sanders (sic) supporter."
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Where do I even start? This guy has made it very clear why I would never want to share his opinions on virtually anything. The very people who would claim that rape culture is not a thing and that male privilege is not a thing are the ones who write comments like this. His male privilege and our rape culture are what caused/allowed his mind to take an argument with a stranger and, completely out-of- context, picture a scene where this young, female stranger is being violently raped. Somehow, he believed that he would cause her, or someone, to change their minds and agree with him through this violent imagining. Or maybe he 'just' wanted to scare her.
Words. Words can be powerful. They can cause people to cringe. In this case, this guy was obviously intending to make women, or at least this particular woman, cringe. Reading his words leaves no doubt that he was intending to provoke a guttural, fearful response, just as if he was threatening her himself.. Denying the threat in these words is really not plausible to a reasonable person. Words can provoke fear, they can threaten directly, they can threaten indirectly.
Words can heal or hurt.
Last night, before carrying on this text / screenshot conversation, I had posted to Instagram: "We can try to teach kindness. We can try to model patience. But ultimately it is up to each of us to choose each sentence, each phrase that comes out of our mouths. It is only our own words and actions that we can scrutinize and have some control over. It is up to us to think and learn from our mistakes, and apologize sometimes, and choose kindness as often as possible. We must accept that our words can heal or hurt and that it is our responsibility to make right what we can. First, do no harm."
I think that the recipient of the violent message above thought that somehow I would be disappointed in her response because of my stance on kindness. Little did she know that I would be wanting to injure this guy personally, in her defense, until I read her response. Then I was laughing out loud at her foul and assertive response to his vitriol. I don't want to steal too many of her words, but let me just say that in between her opening sentence and her final sentence, there was plenty of coarse language that I believe may make him think twice before he threatens another young woman in this way just because she disagrees with him. Here are just a few of her words, which I'm sure were much more effective than any defense I could have attempted to offer on her behalf:
"Haha why does this have to turn into me getting gang raped and why are you so scared of black people?......how about you stop picking fights with girls who are ten years younger than you......and stop bringing up gang rape in a loosely veiled threat to a girl that you're arguing with hoping that it will make her feel scared enough to believe the bullshit that you're feeding her...Stay the fuck in ---- man - the 21st century doesn't want you here."
Yes. Words can have power. In this case, this young woman refused to cower and cringe at this attack. On behalf of all young women who have been sexually assaulted, verbally attacked or threatened, or just intimidated by cowardly, vicious words from strangers (or known individuals) on the internet, thank you, my daughter. In this situation, you did the kindest and bravest thing you could do for other young women. I am not disappointed, I am proud.
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Unexpected Questions
I'll get this out of the way first. I'm fat. I'm not plump or chubby. I am fat. (Or better yet, I have fat - as someone once said, "I have toenails, but I am not toenails." So, I have fat but I am not fat. Would I rather not be fat? Sure. But this is the meat suit I live in and I'm okay with who I am. Bear with me. This post isn't really about fat. It's about being asked surprising questions.
Plus, if I went into the science of it, the fact that weight is not a simple, straightforward (calories in minus calories burned) number; the fact that mortality and morbidity really aren't higher for fat people; the fact that something upwards of 95% of dieters not only don't keep the weight off long term, they actually end up heavier than they were before; the fact that the stress of self-loathing is not worth the increase in GDP of the weight loss industry (Freudian slip: I first typed "weight loss injury") -- you do know that an awfully big chunk of our economy counts on making us hate ourselves so that we'll waste money trying to change, right? ANYway.... if I went into all of those things, I would have to deal with all of the arguments from people who really don't want to do their own research or think for themselves, and who want to feel better by thinking that fat people are less motivated, more lazy, less worthy, less determined, even less moral than they are.
Well, if I haven't made it clear, I'm not into the self-loathing and negativity and I don't want to argue with those people or field the haters' comments. So that's not what this is about. I want you to like yourself, love yourself, be kind to yourself. I want you to be kind to yourself so that you can be kind to the people around you. Anyway, I have digressed enough. My post really isn't about fat...remember? It's about unexpected questions.
What I was trying to lead into, in my own roundabout way, is that I went to the Wellness Coach at my work. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I get "Wellness Points" toward a financial incentive for going to see her, so I thought, "What the heck?" I expected that she would push me toward diet and exercise goals because she is a personal trainer AND a dietitian. I expected on some level to feel judged about my weight.
What I didn't expect was for her to ask me, "What have you done in the last week for YOU? What have you done that brings you joy?" And what I also didn't expect was for my eyes to fill with tears at that question. Because I don't get into self-pity any more than self-loathing. I think self-pity is one of the most destructive emotions we have as humans. It puts us in a rut and feeds us garbage. So I didn't expect those unbidden tears.
See, I love my life. I am happy-slash-content-slash-at peace. But I wouldn't say I seek out or expect a lot of joy. My life is pretty routine. I have a complex blended family, with two non-driving teens still at home. I get up, care for our menagerie of animals, try to make sure my teens eat, drive them to school, go to work, pick kids up, come home, make dinner, drive kids around, come home, go to bed. I am really low maintenance. So just having someone ask me a question which only had to do with me was eye-opening. It has started me on the almost-uncomfortable journey of asking myself, "What have I done in the last week for me? What have I done that brings me joy?"
As a mom, it almost feels guilt-inducing to ask those questions. But I will continue to ask them until I get better at answering them. Until I can say, "This week I finished a wonderful book." "Today, I took photos of some spectacular scenery." "Last weekend, I painted!"
So let me ask you... how kind have you been to yourself this week? What have you done in the last week for YOU? What have you done that brings you joy? I look forward to reading your comments.
Plus, if I went into the science of it, the fact that weight is not a simple, straightforward (calories in minus calories burned) number; the fact that mortality and morbidity really aren't higher for fat people; the fact that something upwards of 95% of dieters not only don't keep the weight off long term, they actually end up heavier than they were before; the fact that the stress of self-loathing is not worth the increase in GDP of the weight loss industry (Freudian slip: I first typed "weight loss injury") -- you do know that an awfully big chunk of our economy counts on making us hate ourselves so that we'll waste money trying to change, right? ANYway.... if I went into all of those things, I would have to deal with all of the arguments from people who really don't want to do their own research or think for themselves, and who want to feel better by thinking that fat people are less motivated, more lazy, less worthy, less determined, even less moral than they are.
Well, if I haven't made it clear, I'm not into the self-loathing and negativity and I don't want to argue with those people or field the haters' comments. So that's not what this is about. I want you to like yourself, love yourself, be kind to yourself. I want you to be kind to yourself so that you can be kind to the people around you. Anyway, I have digressed enough. My post really isn't about fat...remember? It's about unexpected questions.
What I was trying to lead into, in my own roundabout way, is that I went to the Wellness Coach at my work. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I get "Wellness Points" toward a financial incentive for going to see her, so I thought, "What the heck?" I expected that she would push me toward diet and exercise goals because she is a personal trainer AND a dietitian. I expected on some level to feel judged about my weight.
What I didn't expect was for her to ask me, "What have you done in the last week for YOU? What have you done that brings you joy?" And what I also didn't expect was for my eyes to fill with tears at that question. Because I don't get into self-pity any more than self-loathing. I think self-pity is one of the most destructive emotions we have as humans. It puts us in a rut and feeds us garbage. So I didn't expect those unbidden tears.
See, I love my life. I am happy-slash-content-slash-at peace. But I wouldn't say I seek out or expect a lot of joy. My life is pretty routine. I have a complex blended family, with two non-driving teens still at home. I get up, care for our menagerie of animals, try to make sure my teens eat, drive them to school, go to work, pick kids up, come home, make dinner, drive kids around, come home, go to bed. I am really low maintenance. So just having someone ask me a question which only had to do with me was eye-opening. It has started me on the almost-uncomfortable journey of asking myself, "What have I done in the last week for me? What have I done that brings me joy?"
As a mom, it almost feels guilt-inducing to ask those questions. But I will continue to ask them until I get better at answering them. Until I can say, "This week I finished a wonderful book." "Today, I took photos of some spectacular scenery." "Last weekend, I painted!"
So let me ask you... how kind have you been to yourself this week? What have you done in the last week for YOU? What have you done that brings you joy? I look forward to reading your comments.
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