This morning, on the Blog’s Facebook page, I got a notification that someone had shared one of my posts. I thought this was curious because it has been, like, 3 to 4 years since I posted any original content worth sharing. I clicked on the notification and was able to see who shared the link and which link it was. It was an old, broken link from before I reconfigured the blog’s new url. The title of the post was “Fuck your Safe Space”, and I immediately knew that the person who had shared it (whose identity I’ve decided to not include just because if we were to start publicly shaming all dumb people we would need to quit our jobs and only sleep 4 hours a night….which at this point wouldn’t be an issue for most of us) had not even clicked on the link, because if he had, not only would he have realized the link was dead, but, if by some miracle he had actually managed to track down the post itself, which is still live, he would have realized that it was not the warm, fuzzy, bias-confirming, right-wing slash piece about how PC culture is going to be the death of ‘Merica that he wanted it to be.
It is, however, a complex look at why we demonize language when behavior would be a much more important focus. And, in this day and age, we are so eager for the media and all those around us to agree with our own beliefs that, when we see something appealing, that aligns so comfortably with our own currently held ideas we don’t even stop to think about whether or not it might be true. We don’t even bother to read beyond a headline. We just share it so that the others in our cozy little sphere will see it and “like” it and “heart” it, further confirming our own inane sense of “rightness”.
So, you know, maybe read stuff before you re-post it. You might be sharing a satirical article about how sharks are growing legs and sneaking up on people on the beach and eating them….WAIT, HOLY FUCK, THAT’S TRUE?!?!?!? Or is it….you’re just going to have click on the link and actually read about whether or not there are land-sharks attacking people in New Guinea, because I am an inherently unreliable source….due to how much I drink.
THE BIBLIODIVA DRINKING GAME:
For those of you playing along at home I counted 5 times you had to drink:
I counted one incredibly long parenthetical citation, four egregious uses of ellipses (one was in the parenthetical citation which should probably count double) and one time I began a sentence with the word “So”. So, DRINK! But now we’re up to 7 times!!! You’re welcome.
And I just wanted to reach out to everyone and say that I love you and miss you and hope that we can all see one another face to face and go linger in a bookstore or have a picnic in the park or basically just walk around the corner in the grocery store without feeling like we’re in a goddamn horror movie. Whether you are doing well and making masks like a madman or totally crushing homeschooling or organizing a food pantry for your suddenly unemployed friends and neighbors or if you spend 16 hours a day in bed, watching Netflix on your phone and eating raw cookie dough from the tube, or perhaps you are drinking whiskey in the shower right now while reading this on your phone with one hand sticking out of the curtain so as not to get your phone wet, well, all that shit is valid, but you did not need me to tell you that. How ever you’re feeling and how ever you’re dealing right now; it’s totally fucking okay and you are fucking awesome!!!! XOXO
Pretty sure that the triple exclamation point and the “XOXO” means two more drinks; I’m talking to you “whiskey in the shower”, hit that shit for me!
Also, this blog didn’t have any pictures, so I added this one so that the link would look jazzy when you share this post, which you’re totally going to do!!!