I started writing this piece a week ago, because I knew it would be hard and I would need extra time.
I started by reading what I wrote in the immediate aftermath–reeling with shock and sadness and begging people to stop arguing about gun control and terrorists for just a day; to please just give us one single day to mourn first–and I immediately knew that I was right. This was going to be hard. Really hard.
Can we talk for a second about Jared Kushner, aka Kush-Dog, aka The Frat Boy from Hell, aka The Guy Hillary Duff Likes at First in the Disney Channel Original Movie Before Realizing He’s a Douche and She Should Be With the Sweet Guy Who’s Been Her Best Friend All Along?
Because homeboy’s straight awful, and his terribleness is not given enough attention what with his dad in-law being a mega-monster and appointing a whole cabinet full of other mega-monsters and such.
Yes, I’m talking about the American Civil War.
For my friends in the North slash most of the rest of the world, yes, this is a conversation we’re still having.
For my friends in the South, holy shit, how exhausting is this conversation we have to keep having?
For everyone who thinks this is a conversation we SHOULD keep having because you disagree that it was about slavery…well, we’re probably not friends.
For everyone who’s confused, this piece is meant to break it down for you. I’ll go over the arguments people make, and why they’re wrong, and what I think the war was really about (hint: it’s slavery).
Okay, before 90% of my readership punches me square in the gut for even daring to suggest we stop focusing on Trump’s Russian connections, let me just say I DO think there’s sufficient evidence of collusion to warrant an independent investigation, and I don’t think it’s all just bullshit or anything.
Please bear with me here, because my argument is not so bold as to say the Russia thing deserves zero attention. I think it deserves some attention. But, like, maybe 10% of what it’s been getting. And I will explain why.
Warning: this post discusses abuse.
My second husband was abusive.
I’ve mentioned this before, though usually in passing. He was abusive in most of the ways you can imagine, though thankfully with direct physical violence only once. We split two years ago this June, and as you might expect, I’m still sorting out the emotional rubble.
Stick with me, because this is not just some lazy millennial being clueless and not understanding why labor is necessary. I’ll start with my own experience so you can see where I’m coming from here before I go into why our work system is so fucked.
I’m a ridiculously hard worker. My mom’s side of the family, who raised me, were poor working class folks, the descendants of turn-of-the-century Scottish immigrants and the product of a not-too-socially-acceptable 1950s divorce. My grandpa spent several years of his childhood working on a farm while his mother (the divorcee) tried to stabilize herself enough to take him back in. My mom and stepdad were count-out-pennies-to-buy-milk poor until I was in middle school, and they lost their home during the housing crisis seven or eight years later. Anyone who made it to middle class in my family felt like a goddamn hero.
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In the wake of Donald Trump’s election, have you found yourself–long a liberal, perhaps you even called yourself “progressive”–wondering why the Democratic establishment has failed us so many times over?
Were you disappointed when Bernie Sanders promised to work with Trump? When President Obama and Secretary Clinton asked us to “give him a chance?” When they kept letting opportunities to stand up against Trump’s cabinet picks, executive orders and blatant, dangerous lies fly past them?
Because I was too. I was a longtime progressive liberal, and while I found myself regularly frustrated with the Democrats, I didn’t feel I had a better option. After all, you move at all to the right of the Democrats and you start getting real racist, real fast. And what was to the left? Jill Stein? Like, no thank you.