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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You already know I’m working on a book. But oooooooh, what is it about? I’ve been dropping some hints, do you have a guess?
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.
Hey y’all. Did I mention I wrote a book? Of poetry? I definitely did, several times, on my Twitter and Facebook pages. But woo-hoo, the obnoxious sharing has officially spread to the blog itself!
We all know that the powers that be want to control women. Right? That’s what feminism is all about. Call it the system, the patriarchy, “the man,” the ruling class, the state, whatever you want, we all agree that women are pretty systematically fucked over. At least everyone reasonable does. If you don’t even believe women’s oppression is real, good damn day and please DO let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.
But here’s something feminists have been floundering on for decades: why? What’s the point of controlling women? Is it for sex? Is it so they only have your babies? Is it because men are by nature abusive and controlling? Is it because they’re generally physically larger and more dominant? Is it…is it lizard people?
Here’s my theory. Well, not my theory. Here’s a theory put together by a ton of people smarter than me and which I think makes the most sense.
I guess this isn’t really about politics or social issues, but about general wellbeing, so if you usually come here for that stuff feel free to skip this one. I get it.
But you might find this post relevant to your own life and how it relates to dealing with politics and social issues.
Because here’s the thing. I’ve been an activist for several years now, mainly writing and doing other online promotion and discussion of major social issues as I was isolated and moving frequently. More recently, though–more or less since Trump won the Republican primary election–I’ve been involved in a deeper way, both in my activism and my personal life.
Since his inauguration I have, in fact, reevaluated my political beliefs, joined a political activist organization, and rearranged my entire life around this enormous new project. On top of the tripled burden of keeping up with and analyzing the news that came with the election and hasn’t slowed down for a second, I now have regular weekly meetings, nearly-weekly protests, marches or extra meetings, and hours and hours of reading to do with this organization.
All that on top of my full-time job, my second part-time job, this blog, my podcast, my friends and family, my boyfriend, and my cats…well, it was hitting me hard.
Like, I’ve been sick 12 of the past 21 days.
I realized I had to clean up my life. So I started with a few areas I knew I had control over.
Most of us, even if we have never had a good relationship with the police, take them for granted. They’re necessary, right? Don’t we need police? Aren’t they a natural part of any civilized society?
I want to delve into the history of the police in the U.S. for a bit here and then we can analyze whether they’re necessary at all, because–stay with me–I’m not so sure they are.
*Handful of Warnings*
1. Possible triggers–I talk a bit about abuse.
2. NSFW, probably.
I, being the perv that I am, started thinking about this, like, WAY too young. But I really got opinionated about it in the wake of the 50 Shades of Grey phenomenon, as I wrote about previously on my old site Jill of all Trades. To the point where I came out publicly as a kink just so I could talk plainly about how much bullshit it was.