Never Enuff Unpopular Sentiments!
Oct. 21st, 2017 01:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraI suppose the other thing that mystifies me about the whole Me Too! thing on social media is that its participants, for the most part, are rabid Hillary Clinton supporters.
I mean, how to you condemn Pervy Harvey Weinstein but exonerate Bill Clinton? How do you lambast Pervy Harvey’s “enablers” without pointing the finger at Hillary Clinton?
I’m not being snarky or sarcastic here. It honestly strikes me as an extraordinary feat of mental gymnastics.
Is the difference that Pervy Harvey’s accusers are hot young actresses whose veracity has been certified by some sort of Hipster Board of Approval? Whereas Bill Clinton’s accusers are hopelessly big-haired ladies who hail from nowhere states like Arkansas? Is the Babe Factor what makes Rose McGowan’s accusations more believable than Juanita Broderick’s?
Or do people still honestly believe, as Hillary asserted, that some “vast right wing conspiracy” was at work?
That would be funny, you know, because that’s exactly what Pervy Harvey is asserting: It’s a conspiracy!
###
Okay! There’s another thing that irritates me about Me Too! It’s annoyingly reminiscent of that whole Rush Limbaugh Ditto! thing.
###
Else?
I went running for the first time in like a week yesterday, and it was remarkable how completely out of shape I had become in that short amount of time. Running was painful. I suppose that’s another side-effect of this whole aging thang: You lose stamina very quickly. Maybe even muscle mass.
Also, I’ve now finished reading Bringing Up the Bodies and listening to Wolf Hall, and I’m in some kind of withdrawal though whether it’s a Hilary Mantel withdrawal or a Tudor history withdrawal, I can’t really tell.
Mantel’s consummate artistry is such that she manages to infuse the dusty politics of a bygone era with the same excitement Rachel Maddow, Tucker Carlson, or Anderson Cooper might display if asked to report on the assassination, say, of Donald Trump.
I’m not sure a leveling effect is what was intended, but reading Hilary Mantel on Thomas Cromwell made me more determined than ever not to pay any more attention to current events than it takes to compile my daily Facebook feature, Today’s Exciting Memes, every morning. (And don’t you wish you were Facebook friends with me-ee-eee-eeee so you could read it!)
Current events do not matter. Unless you’re in a position to influence them in some way.
Which face it – you’re not.
###
When I was feeling so down the other night, I went over and hung out with Pat for an hour or so, and that made me feel completely normal again.
Pat is one of the most grounded human beings I know, so when during the course of our conversation, she said, “Oh, I don’t think you’re a flake at all” – a completely unsolicited testimonial, mind you! – it was as though some light in the dark attic switched back on.
In another week, daylight savings is going to kick in, which means I can look forward to five months of Seasonal Affective Depression. Gotta be proactive now, build those seratonin levels up so I don’t fall into deep despair and start reading Schopenhauer in November. Or Sixth Great Extinction literature.
I mean, how to you condemn Pervy Harvey Weinstein but exonerate Bill Clinton? How do you lambast Pervy Harvey’s “enablers” without pointing the finger at Hillary Clinton?
I’m not being snarky or sarcastic here. It honestly strikes me as an extraordinary feat of mental gymnastics.
Is the difference that Pervy Harvey’s accusers are hot young actresses whose veracity has been certified by some sort of Hipster Board of Approval? Whereas Bill Clinton’s accusers are hopelessly big-haired ladies who hail from nowhere states like Arkansas? Is the Babe Factor what makes Rose McGowan’s accusations more believable than Juanita Broderick’s?
Or do people still honestly believe, as Hillary asserted, that some “vast right wing conspiracy” was at work?
That would be funny, you know, because that’s exactly what Pervy Harvey is asserting: It’s a conspiracy!
###
Okay! There’s another thing that irritates me about Me Too! It’s annoyingly reminiscent of that whole Rush Limbaugh Ditto! thing.
###
Else?
I went running for the first time in like a week yesterday, and it was remarkable how completely out of shape I had become in that short amount of time. Running was painful. I suppose that’s another side-effect of this whole aging thang: You lose stamina very quickly. Maybe even muscle mass.
Also, I’ve now finished reading Bringing Up the Bodies and listening to Wolf Hall, and I’m in some kind of withdrawal though whether it’s a Hilary Mantel withdrawal or a Tudor history withdrawal, I can’t really tell.
Mantel’s consummate artistry is such that she manages to infuse the dusty politics of a bygone era with the same excitement Rachel Maddow, Tucker Carlson, or Anderson Cooper might display if asked to report on the assassination, say, of Donald Trump.
I’m not sure a leveling effect is what was intended, but reading Hilary Mantel on Thomas Cromwell made me more determined than ever not to pay any more attention to current events than it takes to compile my daily Facebook feature, Today’s Exciting Memes, every morning. (And don’t you wish you were Facebook friends with me-ee-eee-eeee so you could read it!)
Current events do not matter. Unless you’re in a position to influence them in some way.
Which face it – you’re not.
###
When I was feeling so down the other night, I went over and hung out with Pat for an hour or so, and that made me feel completely normal again.
Pat is one of the most grounded human beings I know, so when during the course of our conversation, she said, “Oh, I don’t think you’re a flake at all” – a completely unsolicited testimonial, mind you! – it was as though some light in the dark attic switched back on.
In another week, daylight savings is going to kick in, which means I can look forward to five months of Seasonal Affective Depression. Gotta be proactive now, build those seratonin levels up so I don’t fall into deep despair and start reading Schopenhauer in November. Or Sixth Great Extinction literature.
