#TuesdayThoughts: Playing along

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I had to think what day it was, it feels much later in the week to me already, but some weeks are like that. It’s gray, it was raining earlier and it will likely rain again later. Some weeks are like that too.

This morning on Spoutible, I posted something about the idea of men as “protectors” given that those same men often commit violence against the women and girls and others they are meant to protect, or protect “their own” like property while victimizing others.

And one guy thought it would be fun to both make a joke and correct me.

It’s incredible how frequently men do both of these things, but let’s tackle the joke, the “correcting” is classic mansplaining. So frequently women will start on a topic, particularly regarding violence against women and the patriarchy in general, and a guy will quote the spout or reply with some kind of quip.

When confronted with how it’s inappropriate, the topic isn’t funny, and it’s minimizing, normalizing and demeaning, there are usually a few responses. The best one, of course, is when the guy gets immediately what the problem is, apologizes, and then does better.

That’s the case for a few of you. You know who you are.

There are the ones who claim they were trying to “lighten things up.” This one is interesting because who has asked anyone to lighten anything up? We are, with purpose, talking about something serious. So why the need and desire to divert from that? Short answer, patriarchy; slightly longer answer, men are habituated to protect and defend the patriarchy, and “the joke” is the first line of attack. Men can then confront that, like the men above or they fall into the next category. It makes the tone of the conversation your responsibility as the man wrests control; suddenly you are “humorless” and “don’t get it,” and “need to take a joke.”

The next category: they just run away. What is the message when you immediately block after someone explaining how your dismissive behavior is harmful? That you don’t care and you intend to keep doing it. Chalk that person up as a staunch defender of the patriarchy who might claim to be something else. Instead of owning the behavior, the problem is my tone or my words or my lack of deference, though they never say that outright.

And then there’s the male rage. It’s a tool used for centuries to keep women and girls in line; it is, of course, the same thing that fuels my original protector spout. In the situation this morning, the guy did reply and then block. It might have been angry, I don’t know, I didn’t see it.

The key thing here is calling out this behavior shouldn’t be solely on the shoulders of women and people of other genders subjugated by patriarchy. Beneficiaries of the patriarchy you have to start calling this out. Not sitting by and watching it unfold; not committed to end it one minute but running away the moment it is you.

You have to start calling this out.

You have to take ownership of your part in this, the part you play and the part you don’t play because it’s difficult.

And with that, I wish everyone a great Tuesday.

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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#MondayThoughts: Techzempic?

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It’s a mostly nice looking Monday, some streaky clouds but not bad, and pretty warm as far as I can tell. I will be embarking on a bit of a technology…let’s call it a respite. I won’t be off entirely, I’m not that ambitious, and I plan to have posts in the meanwhile, but they may be a little different from our norm.

It’s not because of anything specific or any kind of statement, really, I simply haven’t done it in a while and I can use a bit of a reset. I won’t be posting links every day to Spoutible, so if you want to make sure you don’t miss one and don’t want to have find them onward from what I’ll pin at the top of my feed, you may want to subscribe by email.

It’s been a long technology-heavy several years, so we’ll see how it goes. More on the posts to come later.

Beyond that, it’s interesting reading coverage of the trump New York trial, as the defendant’s theory of the case makes absolutely no logical sense. In what world would a lawyer take it upon himself to commit what he knew was a crime and spend $130,000 of his own money from which he got no actual benefit? Not to mention all the physical evidence that shows trump knew and was involved in the scheme, but the idea that he wasn’t is ludicrous.

I also wonder about trump bringing all his minions to court today, whether that was intended to intimidate Michael Cohen, or if it was a threat.

Of the bunch, Michael Cohen seems the smartest, because, to borrow the phrasing of someone else who appears complicit in this whole conspiracy against the Constitution and the United States, lordy he recorded everything.

Well that is it for me on this Monday. I hope you have a wonderful start to your week and a terrific day.

Check out  my full-length novels (affiliate links): 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
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#FridayThoughts: Quickest wrap up.

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It’s sunny again today, but over on Spoutible, it’s starting to feel like a bunch of people have left the room, maybe because a bunch of people have left the room.

They are missed. Hi people!

I hope they return, all who are able, but I guess we’ll have to see which way this road twists.

It’s a week that has vanished into the mist as quickly as it arrived, filled with tasks that I couldn’t entirely recount if pressed to do so. You know, as so often happens.

“Quick! List all the things you did this week!”

Anyone else’s mind go blank?

But nonetheless, forward progress was made, and I think there’s a good chance I’ll be buying Scrivener, I’m in the free trial, which is 30 days of USE, not just 30 days. But where I thought it might make things more complicated, it actually simplified them. Seems like a worthwhile trade.

I don’t have much else to babble on about today, so I will just wish a wonderful Friday and a great weekend, however you may spend them.

Check out  my full-length novels (affiliate links): 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
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#ThursdayThoughts: Bring new life to what feels old.

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It’s gray and it’s rainy, and I’m already thirteen things ahead in my mind, which really isn’t fair to you, frankly. So I will try to redirect my mind to the moment, where we just hang out for a little bit and chat about the little things and the big things and the good things and the awful things.

Today is about a curious thing.

I just opened Scrivener for the first time. For anyone who doesn’t know, it’s software specifically designed for writing, with attention to established formats for various types, like fiction or scholarly articles or various forms of screenwriting.

I always thought–beyond screenwriting which is very complicated and does not lend itself to a flow state for writing–Word alone would do.

Not sure what they’ve done, it’s a culmination of constant churning, I think, to justify a subscription rather than a purchase, but I am finding writing in Word choppy and frustrating. Too many bells that ring into empty rooms, too many whistles that no creature can hear in any register while it’s harder and harder to find what you do need.

Upon opening, Scrivener looks complicated, but from what I can see, it’s really only broken down into parts. I like the ancillary documents you get when opening a new project, I was just playing around with the “location” worksheet which will be helpful in the project I want to use as tester.

The world goes on and things change and it’s possible this program can make my life a little easier, removing one of the nonwriting complications from writing.

It’s possible it’s a new and shiny way to sharpen my pencils, which has always been my family’s metaphor for procrastination.

But you don’t know unless you try. Habits are ingrained, they can be tough to shake, but sometimes doing things a little differently can bring new life to what feels old.

Anyway, that’s it for me on this Thursday, have a spectacular day.

Check out  my full-length novels (affiliate links): 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
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#WednesdayWisdom: However you get it done, it’s getting done.

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It’s a sunny day, it’s warm, and suddenly everything is full of green. Real spring, completely present.

That’s not bad.

I’m in one of those moods where there are many things to get done, and I have to decide the best order to them, which could, itself, become the task if I let it. It’s a fun way to go, the feeling of getting something done while not actually doing anything.

If you’re very liberal in your definition of fun.

These are the kinds of days where I find it harder to stay to what I’m doing, I feel like flitting around. Don’t get me wrong, you can cross off tasks either way, and depending on what it is and how inclined I am to focus on it, sometimes flitting is the best bet.

Caffeine may or may not play a role. Let’s be honest.

And we’re always honest.

So I suppose that’s today’s wisdom: however you get it done, it’s getting done. It can be a beautiful, clear ribbon of productivity, or it can a dendrite maze of increments, but as long as you’re moving forward, it counts.

Even holding where you are can count, when it takes what you have to do it.

Anyway, that’s it for me today, have a great Wednesday.

Check out  my full-length novels (affiliate links): 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
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#TuesdayThoughts: Regrets; or don’t buy a camera from Best Buy.

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It was storming, and now it’s hazy and sort of sunny and I think it may get stormy again. It can always get stormy again.

I splurged and bought myself a new camera, I have no idea how old my previous one is, old enough that my everything Tamron lens cannot be updated to work with the newer camera. And if I’m honest, I’m not thrilled with it.

There’s nothing to be done with it, you only have 15 days to return a camera to Best Buy, so even if there’s something wrong, you’re totally out of luck. I absolutely recommend against using them, and if you do make such a purchase, no matter where, check the policy. With something like a camera, problems aren’t readily apparent.

But beyond that, I am usually so meticulously careful when it comes to a rare purchase like this, I read information and reviews and the problem is you can’t always trust them. And these days the darling of one week may not be the darling next week.

It is difficult to realize you may have picked the wrong one, that you may have made a mistake. That what you thought you wanted isn’t what you really wanted at all; what you thought was important may not be so.

Obviously this isn’t only about cameras.

It’s a part of being human, though not a part I enjoy. I like to plan for every eventuality, I like to get it “right,” whatever right may be.

But “right” and life are as incompatible as perfection and life. Things change and not everything that used to be a sure bet still is. Like buying a camera from Best Buy. Or buying anything from Best Buy.

A lesson I should have already learned.

Anyway, with that ambivalence, I will wish you a wonderful Tuesday.

Check out  my full-length novels (affiliate links): 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
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#MondayThoughts: Jail is too good for him.

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It’s a sunny May day, not too chilly, not too warm, though apparently it will get colder again later in the week. And a Monday, but we all already knew that.

Trump was just fined another $1000 for violating the gag order in his New York election interference case and the judge made clear the next stop is jail. So that would be fun.

I mean for us, maybe not for him. What a piece of garbage he is, and that he’s actually a presidential candidate turns my stomach. He is a mediocre human at best, at the most generous, before you weigh in his outrageous cruelty.

But he’s not smart. He’s not attractive, he’s not funny, he’s not interesting. He’s not actually good at anything at all, he has no real skills, the only thing he’s ever done is get other mediocre people to think they could be special because he insists he is special.

He’s not special. He’s awful. He’s evil. He’s a net detriment to the planet, he hasn’t done anything good for anyone in his miserable, demonic, worse than useless life.

Worse than useless because he’s caused harm that far outweighs his utility as a person.

I’m not a fan.

I guess I just talked myself off of any jury, but I swear I can be impartial and listen to facts. After all, everything above is based on fact.

It angers me that so many good people have such hard lives, and yet people as horrible as he is glide on through with privilege and luxury. Every person in his sphere is replaceable, you just take out one part and replace it with another.

Like a lightbulb.

And somehow they don’t seem to ever understand that. Or that he’ll smash you to pieces when he’s finished with you.

Again, people want to give him power. It’s impossible to comprehend.

Anyway, that’s it for me on this Monday, I hope you have a great day and an even better week.

Check out  my full-length novels (affiliate links): 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
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#FridayThoughts: It’s already mid-afternoon!

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It was rainy, and now beautifully sunny, and I just realized I hadn’t posted yet today. I met some friends for coffee, friends first from Twitter, now from Spoutible, and we just hadn’t made it into an in-person meeting yet, with all of life’s curveballs.

It was a blast.

But I had to run some errands while I was out and then had some lunch and next thing you know, here we are. It happens.

I just noticed that one of my favorites seems to have deleted her Spoutible account. I know she reads the blog, hopefully she will continue to do so, and I hope we can at least see each other here if not elsewhere. I hope you’ll come back, but I understand if not.

It’s kind of the way of social media, and the landscape right now, overall, isn’t terribly stable.

Anyway, just a quick hello so you didn’t think I’d forgotten all about you today, I hope you have a terrific Friday and a wonderful weekend.

Check out  my full-length novels (affiliate links): 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
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#ThursdayThoughts: Happy cannot be stolen.

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No idea what the weather is doing today, and I think it doesn’t either. It’s somehow both sunny and cloudy but not partly of either. Weird.

Yesterday I went to the dentist, who is very far away, and it turned into a whole day. It wasn’t too bad, aside from the cleaning, which I never enjoy but has to be done. I really adore my hygienist, though, she was brand new when she started with me and so conscientious. The best part is she loves what she does.

She’s one of those people whose whole life is falling into place, bit by bit. She recently got married, in the time intervening our appointments. It’s amazing how life changes in six months increments.

Or doesn’t change at all.

The rhythm of life is not the same for everyone, though. A beat of a different drummer can be used pejoratively, but why? We are all fundamentally different, one way or another.

We cannot measure ourselves by anyone else’s score, musical or numerical. That way only unhappiness lies, as can we live only our own lives and no one else’s. And we just see the outside anyway, how would we know what the inside is like?

I hope all insides are happy, frankly, no matter the shape and form. Maybe that seems like a tall order, but I don’t think it should be. Unfortunately too many people work far too hard to make it not so, especially for others, as though a limited amount of happy exists and they want to hoard it.

It doesn’t work that way, as happy cannot be stolen; it will turn bitter and disintegrate to dust.

It can be dampened though, or poisoned, so think about that before you become the kind of person who tries, as though taking it away from someone else will make you feel better.

Anyway, I’m not sure where I’m going, as I feel like I already got there, so I will end with this: it takes nothing from you to have joy for other people’s joys.

And with that I wish you a wonderful Thursday.

Check out  my full-length novels (affiliate links): 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
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#WednesdayWisdom: No they are not the same.

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It’s a sunny day over here, and today’s post will be a quick one, but will be packed with wisdom.

Well, one wisdom, if you can count wisdom and quantify wisdom and ignore this grammatical quagmire. And here it is:

No matter how clever you think your reasoning is, no matter how much you want it to be so, people discussing a demographic’s abuse of power is never equivalent to stereotypes about marginalized groups.

It seems pretty clear.

And I’ll get more specific. When women talk about the actions of “men,” there are a lot of tactics used to invalidate the actual subject. One of the favorites is “not all men.” It derails the conversation and centers the feelings of the man who interjects. Suddenly we’re not talking about the broader misogyny, we’re talking about one man who feels bad who thinks we are obligated to make him feel better.

“Not all” is an abuse of privilege, a means to end conversation about abuses of privilege.

Stereotypes about marginalized people are a means to keep them marginalized and take away power. Often by the very same people who “not all” to derail conversations.

Do you get it? Because I’m not sure I can make it more simple, and beyond this it’s just a pretense.

It’s a cousin of “reverse racism,” an attempt to assert the white male Christian patriarchy by pretending everyone starts on the same footing by the people who ensure that everyone doesn’t.

And if you try to float such ridiculousness as “intelligent discourse” or like it’s a gotcha, frankly, I’m going to question your logic, your reasoning and your critical thinking.

It’s just so obviously wrong.

And with that, I wish you a wonderful Wednesday.

Check out  my full-length novels (affiliate links): 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird!
Peruse Montraps Publishing
See what I’m writing on Medium.