Others I know loathe the pink ribbons, just as passionately. It makes them feel isolated and left out, especially those who were not blessed with Cancer Lite, as I was. Like, everyone has an unreal expectation of a perfunctory battle with this disease, and a positive outcome. Shave your head, then go run a 5k, right?
I thought about how hoarders and their loved ones are emotionally (and sometimes physically) crushed by the weight of all the THINGS being held onto. How much time, energy, and effort do we put into caring for possessions that no longer speak to us or give us joy? And why do we do this to ourselves?
We are too loud, we are too strident. We should protest, but gently, softly. (Not unironically, very much like the sweet, girlish voice of Dr. Blasey Ford, whom they politely pretended to listen to, before ignoring.)
If you’re like me, you may be feeling pretty raw right now, about the talk about the sexual assault by then 17 year old drunk Brett Kavanaugh, on 15 year old Christine Blasey, now Dr. Blasey Ford. All the people opining about how “if it was a real assault, she’d have reported it right away,”…
I need to find a way to accept the reality that when I put my words and sentences on the screen, they will not be perfect, gleaming pearls of my imagination.