It’s sunny, it’s actually above freezing for the first time in ages, and I am still reeling from watching 13 minutes of the country I want to live in that aired during the Super Bowl.
Just rewatched it, because why not.
But before we get there, thank you so much, @bearswalker51, for the coffees! Very much appreciated, especially after such a draggy week. Something nice indeed! Thank you so much.
And back to the halftime show which is more like the first quarter show of this post but who needs to get technical.
For some, the halftime show was a reflection of life celebrated, at a time when people are being told they should be ashamed, they’re somehow unworthy, they are “other.”
For some it offered differences in culture to be enjoyed; to learn about; not points to ostracize or used as identifiers for retribution. It really can be that simple.
It really can.
An understanding that there is history that we’re not in and that’s OK. That there is history where people who looked like us were absolutely not the heroes, and while that’s not OK, it is something we have the opportunity to heal.
Imagine that.
The great power in acknowledging the wrongs of the past, of refusing to bury them or cover them up but letting them stand as a testament to what the future should never hold.
It’s the kind of power that can right a universe. It’s the kind of power that can build a future that looks like the future and not that sorry, bloody, acrid past.
But instead people demand to paper them over, rinse (with whitewash) and repeat.
We’re at the repeating part, by the way.
I don’t want to be in a place where people are so fragile that if they’re not centered they will create their own event to center themselves. Where they cannot stand for someone else to shine for even a moment, so they try to pass off something long past its glow as a gleam.
They can do it, if they want. They did it. They threw their full tantrum party, but according to reports speculating about the percentage of “views” that were actually bots, not a whole lot of people RSVPed to what was apparently a pre-recorded performance with alleged lip synching.
Why would they? The appetizers were stale and everything, but everything had a bitter taste built in.
Not the basis for a good time.
We are all on this planet for a very small stretch of time. What is with the obsession to make it miserable for other people?
Why can’t we just enjoy one another’s differences?
Anyway, that’s it for me this Monday. Have a great day, and may all your Bad Bunny playlist picks be available for download.
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