Off I am into more winter. No doubt I will be feeling like this at this time next week (or tomorrow):
Lynn, for sending that!
I hate winter. I hate flying. And now there are both! Yay, me.
Which brings me to another point of rant. Why is it that some people in A) tiny piece of shit cars and B) huge four-wheel drive vehicles both assume they're invincible in snow and ice conditions? Over the past few days we've seen tailgating, passing at unsafe speeds, and other examples of general jackassery that would be annoying on a normal weather day, but can become lethal in weather like what we just had. (Oh by the way, it's 50 now.)
However, I need some time away from this fuckery, even if there's fuckery in the Midwest. That, at least, will be different fuckery.
Speaking of which, this reminds me of another thing that pissed me off. Some asshat blogger went off on a tangent because of a comment I had posted on A Beer For The Shower's blog (btw, shameless plus, they just wrote another book!) I quoted a lyric from an Amy Winehouse song, in which she had asked, "What kind of fuckery is this?" Apparently quoting the clever lyric of someone who struggled with addiction isn't allowed, but ridiculing them for their addiction-related death is. (That is what Mr. Asshat did.)
He told me that he had confided in his (now ex) girlfriend that he had been feeling very low, and she told him to buck up and snap out of it. He thought some how he should have been able to do that. He was embarrassed, he said, that he was feeling suicidal.
Um. What the fuck! This is why I work in mental health advocacy. It's why I've asked some of you to make a charitable donation if you have a dollar to spare.
I told him, "Would you be embarrassed if you had cancer? Would you feel like you should be able to fix things on your own if you broke your leg?"
And the answer, of course: no fucking way.
Discrimination in all forms pisses me off. I will keep tackling it and trying to make change until I croak. I hope you all will as well.