I have all the patience in the world for legitimately stupid people but hardly any at all for those capable of thinking for themselves who choose not to.
Okay, this is truly fucked up. I went to sign & share Daily’s Mulan petition, only to find that the Facebook app had already logged me in to Change.org under my personal WordPress ID.
I don’t use that for anything other than my blog. I have NEVER logged into it via Facebook browser, nor do I have my password saved on any other browser. And I have never used WordPress to sign a Change.org petition. Which means Facebook fucking hacked my WordPress account.
I refused to say the Pledge of Allegiance. The schools couldn’t legally force me to say it, but they tried to anyway. Whatever my parents’ faults, they went to bat for me every time. It was never a question of patriotism for me but a willingness to conform and obey.
At one point my dad announced a great victory: That I’d be allowed to leave out the “God” part. 🤦🏻♀️ He’d totally, totally, missed the point.
I don’t ever recall having used the ‘G’ word. In elementary school I would simply mumble the pledge before I quit entirely. Something about standing there, chanting in unison without really understanding what it was we were saying just made me super uncomfortable.
When I got older, it became the notion of the Pledge itself — rather than the delivery — that bothered me the most. I love America, I think it is the greatest country in the world and (despite its many imperfections) that it has the greatest system of government ever conceived.
But I’m not willing to pledge to my allegiance to any state or nation or any symbol thereof. I believe in loyalty to ideas. To principles. And even in junior high my word meant something to me, and I wasn’t about to make any pledge I didn’t mean.
My dad fought hard against the schools to allow me to simply stand for the Pledge. Even that bothered me because the school was still trampling my 1st Amendment rights by insisting (yes, the SCOTUS has ruled on it), but I since I’d already been standing anyway, I wasn’t about to make a big deal of it.
Even after the administrators acquiesced, I was still prone to getting teachers and substitutes who would try to force me to say it anyway. It was obnoxious. They’d try all sorts of tactics, including denouncing me in front of my classmates for “disrespecting our military”. Which was a disgusting charge. They didn’t care about the troops. All they cared about was conformity and obeisance.
I have zero problem with the Pledge being said in schools or public gatherings, but I do have a huge, huge problem with people being illegally forced to say it or subjected to harrassment when they refuse.
As a side note, the history of the Pledge is rather interesting and dripping with irony. One could half-kiddingly describe Francis Bellamy as a National Socialist. (Drops to one-quarter kiddingly when you factor in the salute.)
I weighed only 79 lbs when I was 20 years old. My BMI was 13.4. I’d stopped menstruating, my hair was coming out in clumps, and my own father said I looked like a Holocaust victim.
But I realize now that the people who’d labeled me anorexic and said I was a compulsive over-exerciser were actually oppressing me. I only wish I’d had the courage to #resist treatment, call them all Nazis, and throw milkshakes in their faces.
Fuck the cis white patriarchy!
Feminists have always hated Hercules: The Legendary Journeys because it’s centered around two strong male protagonists and promotes the idea that a woman can be ANYTHING — including the things feminists don’t want her to be.
There were women warriors, blacksmiths, scholars, huntresses and pirates — right alongside housewives, mothers, priestesses, midwives and bar wenches.
A woman could be a hero or a villain, friend or foe, an aggressor or (*shock*) innocent victim.
Hercules and Iolaus were out to make the world a better place for everyone. They believed in justice tempered with mercy — not awarding special favors according to race and gender or denying opportunities to those who’ve earned them.
Imagine your little girl growing up to believe that she is who she chooses to be, not what anyone makes her.
You want to talk about internalized misogyny? Feminism at its core.
Every time one of my woke friends says something about how people on the right don’t “believe” in science, I ask them how many genders there are.
I have yet to receive a direct response to this question.
“Many people who score high in intersectional Victimology Points are actually disgusted by the social justice warriors and associated cretins.”
— Gad Saad