RovingAnarchist
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Yesterday, I was doing my thing. I taught a stranger to knit on the subway, I made some plans to expand my furniture rescue and restore project (essentially, dumpster dive for busted furniture, make it cool, and sell it to hipsters to raise money for my local chapter of the Anarchist black Flag), worked on a few other crafty projects that I delusionally think will contribute to changing this busted-ass culture we're all trapped in. I was relatively happy.
Then i got a call from a guy who seems to think I like him. Previously, he spent a great deal of time trying to impress me with the details of the testing and training process he had to go through to get a job at the nuclear power plant. It's two weeks of paid training/testing that starts with 100 participants and weeds them down to 3 or 4. Everyone who works there goes through it. Fair enough. i want only the most competent folks doing that job! Last night, he went on a rant about a superior from another department he had to work with. About how she was only hired for her looks and shouldn't be making more money than he does and on and on. His casual misogyny made me ill. The fact he thought it was appropriate to say all this shit to me, when he already knows I'm an anarcho-feminist activist made it worse. I couldn't even bring myself to call him on his shit. I just hung up as soon as possible. What an idiot.
And then I heard about South Carolina http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/06/17/charleston-shooting-churc_n_7608738.html. The guy that did it apparently went on about "you rape our women and take our jobs." If he was so concerned about rape, why were more than half the people he killed women? Of course, the media is busy saying he was mentally ill. That's an easy out. It doesn't fix anything and guarantees it'll happen again.
I'm frozen with sadness and rage. I try to change things: when people I know say sexist and racist shit, I call them on it. They dismiss me as a judgmental bitch. When I try to explain to them how their "jokes" contribute to a culture where these fucking horrific things happen, where assholes like Elliot Rodgers think they can shoot a bunch of innocent people because they can't get a date, where cops can kill black men on the street and get away with it, I'm dismissed as over-sensitive.
I hate this feeling of being powerless to stop any of it. I just don't wanna live in this world any more.
Then i got a call from a guy who seems to think I like him. Previously, he spent a great deal of time trying to impress me with the details of the testing and training process he had to go through to get a job at the nuclear power plant. It's two weeks of paid training/testing that starts with 100 participants and weeds them down to 3 or 4. Everyone who works there goes through it. Fair enough. i want only the most competent folks doing that job! Last night, he went on a rant about a superior from another department he had to work with. About how she was only hired for her looks and shouldn't be making more money than he does and on and on. His casual misogyny made me ill. The fact he thought it was appropriate to say all this shit to me, when he already knows I'm an anarcho-feminist activist made it worse. I couldn't even bring myself to call him on his shit. I just hung up as soon as possible. What an idiot.
And then I heard about South Carolina http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/06/17/charleston-shooting-churc_n_7608738.html. The guy that did it apparently went on about "you rape our women and take our jobs." If he was so concerned about rape, why were more than half the people he killed women? Of course, the media is busy saying he was mentally ill. That's an easy out. It doesn't fix anything and guarantees it'll happen again.
I'm frozen with sadness and rage. I try to change things: when people I know say sexist and racist shit, I call them on it. They dismiss me as a judgmental bitch. When I try to explain to them how their "jokes" contribute to a culture where these fucking horrific things happen, where assholes like Elliot Rodgers think they can shoot a bunch of innocent people because they can't get a date, where cops can kill black men on the street and get away with it, I'm dismissed as over-sensitive.
I hate this feeling of being powerless to stop any of it. I just don't wanna live in this world any more.