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Dec. 12th, 2017 10:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesThree years ago today, Dad had his heart surgery.
This morning I woke up from a thoroughly depressing dream involving trying to leave somewhere without taking the entire contents of an apartment with me (it wasn't my apartment, because there were no cats involved) and somehow that evolved into trying to dispose of the entire contents of my parents' house (I am their executor, and in the dream they had both died), and that evolved into "well, maybe I won't have to do that if they move somewhere warm, but they won't, because warm to Dad means the American south, and they won't move to a red state", and that led to "oh god, Alabama is going to send a child molester to Congress today", and then I woke up enough to realize the alarm hadn't gone off yet and Snip was chewing on her toenails. So I tried to think of something entirely cheerful, and what I came up with was reciting "How Tom Beat Captain Najork and his Hired Sportsmen" in a combination of English and French. Which helped a little, but I'm still walking around wondering why today exists.
I knew that sexual harassment exists. I knew it's a widespread problem. I know now that it's a pandemic problem. But I'm getting a little sick of hearing about it and all of its permutations (privilege, rape culture, power politics, politics in general, etc.). It's terrible that it happens to anyone, but I think maybe being overweight and not wearing makeup has saved me from some of the possible harassment that comes with a fairly large rack. Or I'm just completely oblivious. I'm not going to waste energy on being outraged that apparently the sum of my parts is so hideous that I'm not worth harassing. I'm just going to go on about my life and treat people the way I would like to be treated, as best I can because I'm human too.
Sigh.
This morning I woke up from a thoroughly depressing dream involving trying to leave somewhere without taking the entire contents of an apartment with me (it wasn't my apartment, because there were no cats involved) and somehow that evolved into trying to dispose of the entire contents of my parents' house (I am their executor, and in the dream they had both died), and that evolved into "well, maybe I won't have to do that if they move somewhere warm, but they won't, because warm to Dad means the American south, and they won't move to a red state", and that led to "oh god, Alabama is going to send a child molester to Congress today", and then I woke up enough to realize the alarm hadn't gone off yet and Snip was chewing on her toenails. So I tried to think of something entirely cheerful, and what I came up with was reciting "How Tom Beat Captain Najork and his Hired Sportsmen" in a combination of English and French. Which helped a little, but I'm still walking around wondering why today exists.
I knew that sexual harassment exists. I knew it's a widespread problem. I know now that it's a pandemic problem. But I'm getting a little sick of hearing about it and all of its permutations (privilege, rape culture, power politics, politics in general, etc.). It's terrible that it happens to anyone, but I think maybe being overweight and not wearing makeup has saved me from some of the possible harassment that comes with a fairly large rack. Or I'm just completely oblivious. I'm not going to waste energy on being outraged that apparently the sum of my parts is so hideous that I'm not worth harassing. I'm just going to go on about my life and treat people the way I would like to be treated, as best I can because I'm human too.
Sigh.
