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  • A Plea For Economic Social Terrorism

    Now that it’s no longer “International Women’s Day,” I notice that no one is thanking me for having a vagina. Where are all my Facebook shout outs for housing a womb to house a child? What kind of shit is this?

    The problem with the current state of activism is that social issues have become trendy. You’ll go on your Facebook newsfeed, and a gaggle of friends who think the same as you will post the same array of information. Once that trend get’s boring, it’s then no longer “cool” to post about. But social issues don’t go away just because they do on Facebook. There is still conflict in Palestine even when Banksy isn’t tagging walls.

    When causes become commodities for social capital, they may get a momentary bump in ratings, but they lose their audience once the next cause premiers on the red carpet. I went to an event the other day where these monks were talking about persecution in Tibet and their need for support and I was like, “Ummm no you’re wrong… Tibet is free, remember? I went to that concert in 1996.”

    We lose our stamina for social causes because we get protest fatigue, and then need Viagra for our activism. In the midst of our busy lives, it’s hard to schedule in “fight against tyranny.” Do I do that before or after I watch the OA? There is a sense of irony at play because the reason we agree to the concept of a goverenment in the first place is because most of us don’t WANT to think about the nuances of how a collective society functions. We prefer to defer to the Mommy and Daddy of our political system to take care of us, (or in our case in the U.S.A., mostly Daddy). Yet because we have given our power over to those that we assume “know better,” we then have to be even more diligent politically to make sure they don’t abuse their power. So in wanting freedom from the responsibility associated with having no government, we consequently lose our freedoms because of the corruption of government.

    As Trump tweets about which gender can fart in which bathroom, he’s simultaneously de-regulating business and allowing for a future of MAJOR environmental assault. Trump’s crusade against “fake news” has strangely inspired news outlets to report on their own fakeness rather than the fact that Trump’s making deals and longterm contracts for his businesses. The way this presidency is going to effect the future is terrifying when you think of how Trump prioritizes profit over the planet at every turn. Beyond Trump’s gross nature of giving chicks the “shocka,” this current regime has ZERO respect for the very real impact of business our ecosystem – which incidentally is the ONLY PLANET we have to live on. We are NOT Elon Musk and can’t afford Mars!

    Half the country is freaking out right now. We see the problematic nature of this Post-Apocalyptic Trump world, and want to do something. I like the spirit behind the call for strikes, but I think we can do more. One problem with the strategy of strikes is that if you are not of a certain social class, and believe you can’t make that kind of financial risk, you feel alienated. Also, there seems to be relatively wishy-washy outcomes. Why wasn’t there a specific demand for the strike on International Lady Day? How about women strike until the Supreme Court is ruled by a majority of women – much like it has been ruled by a majority of men since the birth of this cuntree? But the suggestion to “not go to work so guys realize how important we are” doesn’t exactly change the world. Simply wanting to be honored is too vague. We need be making clear demands, with clear outcomes, and clear deliverables. It’s not like the terrorists in Bruce Willis movies just want to be seen. No! They want x amount of cash, a private plane to get away, and to die just after hearing some pithy comeback like “yippee ka yay mother fucker.”

    So this is my plea: let’s engage in acts of economic social terrorism. I don’t think black people should pay taxes until reparations have been given, and the prison industrial complex has been abolished. I don’t think students should pay student loans until that exploitive system has been re-established and the cost of education brought down. I don’t think any of us should pay health insurance companies or our medical bills until we have universal health care. And if you are anti war, and believe that our military is one the LARGEST contributors to global warming, and terrorism, and is the greatest threat to the future of humanity, then do not pay the 21% of your taxes that go to supporting that system.

    If we all organize and refuse to participate in the economic structure that tyrannizes us, we will be heard. And guess what? There isn’t the infrastructure to come after us individually. It would be a bureaucratic nightmare. We could shut down the White House and Wall Street, and we don’t need guns to do it. We just need to be aligned.

    If we want change it’s not going to be through sporadic involvement. Change comes by kicking the system in the balls… where it hurts… with MONEY!

  • Take My Advice and Take My Advice

    When someone asks for my advice it makes me feel good about me, Toni. That means they value my opinions on their life. I don’t have to talk about how much time I spend screaming at my reflection in the mirror, because I give off the impression that I give good advice – which I do! Instead of obsessing about my problems, I can distract myself by contemplating yours! Oh… and I want to help people because I always think about others first.

    Giving advice can feel emotionally satisfying for the advice-giver because other people’s issues are so much easier to solve than your own. When you have an objective perspective, the answer seems so obvious. Of course you should quit your job, confront your mother, and speak openly to your committed partner about wanting an “open relationship” – but only with polyamerous vegans who are in a David Bowie cover band (not that you have anyone specific in mind or anything). When you are not the one dealing with the repercussions of your amazing advice – the path is so glaringly apparent. Yet just because something is the right thing to do, doesn’t make it any easier.

    It is orgasmic when someone follows my advice, and it was genuinely helpful. This knowing entwines my energetic juices with theirs. We then both can feel the deep, throbbing, penetrating satisfaction of my efforts going all the way to completion. Yet I do get metaphoric blue balls when I give someone advice that they don’t take. Especially when they come back to me with the same problem – and talk about it obsessively.

    At first I try to be patient, and suggest that they could always take the advice I had already suggested… but I do it in a non-condescending way. But when they keep blowing off my suggestions, it can get annoying. Not only is my ego bruised, but I also have to witness them brutalize themselves with a toxic situation. Even though I know not to take it personally, it still feels personal because as their friend, I am still swirling in the tornado of torture with them. They know they are upset. They are looking to change. Yet they can’t participate in any action that would actually make things different.

    This predicament is challenging for two reasons. For one, it sucks when someone you love is in pain. And For two, people are really aggravating when they are going through a continuous cycle of misery and complain about it incessantly. I had a friend… a darling sweet friend… who was in love with the wrong person. It is not that he was a bad guy – it’s just that he lied about everything, secretly took Viagra, had a hard-core porn addiction, and cheated many times with prostitutes. But don’t worry; they were “sweet girls from the farmer’s market.”

    As hard as it was for my friend to live with the heartache, I would argue that it was almost equally as hard for me. If I added together all the hours we talked about his dude, it would probably be about three entire weeks with no bathroom breaks. I even had points over this five-year saga where I had to be like “hey, I need a vacation from discussing this… so maybe you just not for a while. Thanks.” Yet eventually he would creep back into the conversation, and I would get sucked back into the vortex that she was traversing.

    Then you know what happened? She finally took my advice!!!!!!!!! She stopped finally talking to him, and is normal friend again! It is a squirting relief (which I actually heard is just pee… but whatever). After half a decade of giving the same advice over and over and over again, it actually worked.

    Just one of 60,000 text I sent

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    January 28, 2015 • Musings, Relationships • Views: 3551