Tuesday, November 01, 2016
I'm Too Old for This Shit
One of the first things I talk through in my classes is personal bias. The baggage we inevitably carry because of our individual experiences. I am the daughter of a single mother and an absent father. The granddaughter of an alcoholic. The wife of a sensitive, kind man. The mother of a willful, creative, outspoken child. A sexual assault survivor. An educator. Liberal. I have a lot of biases. I acknowledge them and try to think around and through them. All these things and more have shaped me. But I'm also tired of this shit.
I've been sitting with a lot of thoughts lately. I've been doing a lot of watching through this election cycle. I've been doing a lot of reading and re-reading essays for class. I am a sounding board for dear friends. I think a lot about what being a woman means. What being a woman in 2016 is for me and for those close to me. What it has meant and will continue to look like.
The women I know are the strongest creatures alive. They sit with their daughters when they've been hurt. They teach their sons about consent from the moment they can walk. They hold everything up if their partners check out, step out, or just can't deal. They make the hard decisions. They are observant, detailed, graceful, steely, thoughtful. They advocate, oversee. They know that even when the world is crashing down, school notes still have to be signed and the water bill needs to be paid. Period.
I wanted to tell a dear friend how strong she is today, but the next thought in my head was, "Because what other choice is there?" It's not fair that she has to be strong. But she does. And I do. And you do.
You will do it all. I will do it all. We will do it all.
My tolerance for condescension and perceived superiority is nil. No fucks left.