In January this year (yes, that’s like a century ago, but bear with me), over 160 women, teens and girls came forward to confront Larry Nassar, who for DECADES had abused them, while being shielded by the organization that should have protected all those young girls from becoming teens and adult women marked by sexual abuse.
One of those speaking was Kyle Stephens, who said (in part):
Terry Crews knows from personal experience why sometimes victims of sexual assault and harassment need years, if not decades, before they can speak out–when they can.
To add to the incredible fuckery, we must also consider the racial component. Had this white man assaulted another white man, he would have at the very least gotten a fist to the face. But a black man can’t defend himself in the same way.
Aside: today is Mother’s Day in Mexico–because this holiday always fall on May 10th there–so I’m indulging by posting this particular video of my eternal crush discussing current events, including the rise of Dfrumph-ism.
Yesterday, the first trailer for this year’s Star Wars retelling..erm, installment, came out–and many men everywhere totally lost their shit. (If you haven’t seen it yet, it’s below the fold.)
Why did so many men exploded in rage all over the internet?
Because, going by the trailer alone, there are two women in fairly prominent roles–one is the eponymous Rogue One, the other seems to be very high up in the Rebel Alliance’s hierarchy.
I’m still not reading–which sucks rotten eggs. As KristieJ said in her comment here, it’s like an essential bit of my soul is missing. This is a symptom of other shit going on in my life.
On the positive side, there’s a possibility of a side job in the same company I’m working for. This would be most excellent because, as much as I love my job now, and as good as the people I’m working for and with are,¹ I am not making enough money to cover my bills.
However, as it is not a given yet (hopefully, it’s a “yet” thing), I’m looking for part time jobs/gigs elsewhere. Until I find something, with this company or elsewhere, this–money stress–is one of the things limiting my ability to concentrate on anything but work.²
So, one way or the other, finding a secondary source of income is a priority.
All this to say that I thought things would remain dark and gloomy and sucky for a while.
After all, I couldn’t read, I couldn’t watch movies or tv, crafting has fallen by the wayside (creativity? forget it), nothing held my attention long enough to allow me to forget my financial circumstances.
Until…
