SO I'm writing this new post and getting this flow of ideas down (Thank you Mrs. F, for teaching me to type), when I'm interrupted by the need to get #4 to the doctor (he has pinkeye...grrr). We go ,eat lunch at Chik Fil A, get eyedrops and come home. I read what-all I've written and boy howdy does it ever come across as sanctimonious. So I'm not going to post it because I sound like I'm pigeonholing everyone and I get the top spot. Gag.
The truth is, most of the time I am dazed and confused. I wander around in an intellectual wasteland populated by gun-toting children who listen to Slipknot...oo that sounds bad too. The guntoting child is not the same as the one with appalling taste in music. Plus all the ammunition is locked away in a safe. OK that's better. Anyway, my life is rich and full, well stocked with interesting, opinionated people, but I am so busy figuring out the best way to roast a chicken today or making sure I get the shirts out of the dryer before they become permanently wadded and have to be washed all over again, that I forget to think about loftier things.
I forget that women are suffering. I forget that I'm supposed to beat myself with a stick just for relying on a Man (of all things!). I mess up and shave my legs AND put fake tanning lotion on them. I enjoy myself. I'm not supposed to enjoy myself, not when I am oppressed, me being white and female and fairly wealthy. (Just the other day I asked SD to oppress me some more, and you know what? He did! He's taking a day off work and got us a tee time! Shocking!)
See, I'm so deluded I can't even take anything seriously. How could I possibly think serious thoughts whilst operating under such? I can't! I'm a Stepford Wife (only not thin). That reminds me...I'm not supposed to like thin people either, because they have Thin Privilege which I still haven't figured out. I've had no shortage of approving smiles from teh Patriarchy, and I'm anything BUT thin...so where's the privilege? Oh. Silly me. I'm not supposed to like approving smiles. They are Oppressive. (SD! Oppress me, you fool!)
I am bothered by some things I see. Renegade Evolution is constantly getting bashed over the head for her lifestyle/career choice. While I admit it's not the life for me, it works for her, on many levels, and it pains me to see her treated with such contempt. She has been nothing but gracious to me, and I have learned that if you treat her nice, she'll be nice back. She's quite willing to allow you your opinion (she knows how I feel about her line of work), if you allow her her's.She'll also be ready to put the smack-down on you if you cross her. Thing is,she's treated like some sort of posterchild for How Not To Act by the feministas. How she acts is her business. They say her porn is used to abuse women. Well. So are baseball bats. Why aren't they screaming about that? What about football games? Isn't SuperBowl Sunday supposed to be the day with highest domestic violence incidents? I guess it's easier to pick a target like RenEv, who's particular brand of pornography isn't exactly Miramax popular, that to take on the Real Patriarchy: NFL. Chickens.
The fact is, no one knows anyone in the blogosphere as well as they think they do. I've never met anyone (with the exception of JerseyChick, whom I've known since before Al Gore invented the Internet)that I 'talk' to in blogs. Chances are some of the folk who I like online, I'd not like at all in person. It doesn't matter, because I only know one bit of them, that one bit they are willing to expose. Same is true of everyone else. You don't know me except for what I choose to allow you to know. Some of you probably wouldn't like me one bit. So judging a person's life based on a tidbit of information that they choose to show is like that story of the blind people feeling the elephant "It's a tree. No it's a snake. No its a cowhide." No one has the complete picture about anyone, so condemning someone based on a fragment? That's silly and shortsided, not to mention immature.