I hope gun control wins Time Magazine’s Person of the Year 2018. No hashtag this time please.
I am glad that we are talking about sexual oppression, but it is beginning to be a media obsession that is pigeonholing the larger issues of gender inequality.
Focusing singularly on this one aspect of female oppression is making the overall issue of gender inequality virtually unaddressed. It is about respect, and I don’t want to see the same argument being spun in the mud, losing traction against even the greater mission of making all people equal. Yes, I would like to start with women’s equality- that would afford me with a higher quality of life. I would have more money in my pocket a long time ago, my career would not have been so stagnant, my apartment and clothes would be nicer, I would have a car, my life would have been easier.
But so many people feel this way. We can say without a doubt that racism is extremely prevalent in this country. The #metoo movement is about people telling their story, but inequality between men and women runs way deeper than this one terrible spin-off. The inequality issue is about not having the same opportunities in jobs, in politics, in finance, in education, in visibility as the male counterpart. Sexual oppression is one terrible side effect of a historical patriarchal system.
The movement needs to evolve into an uplifting and empowerment movement of people who are systematically abused, one the encompasses both gender and race. The movement needs to open its pledge beyond this one aspect if it is going to help end discrimination.
As a single woman in her mid-thirties, with a career-long rap sheet in the culinary industry, you would assume that I would support the #metoo movement. I have stories, I have harassment, I have glass ceiling lower than a garden apartment.
I am angered by the way I have been treated, I am angered that I put up with it to some degree. I am mad that I thought this “locker room talk” would make me stronger, I am mad that I thought my career was more important than my dignity.
I have never been physically harassed beyond butt grabbing and boob groping, but I can comfortably say that I have been verbally harassed just about every day on the job.
“You gotta have thick skin if you are going to make it in this industry.”
Christ on a stick, I have heard that so many times I want to puke.
It’s not always words, it’s glancing, it’s licking of the lips (I know, ew), it’s the brushing against the butt repeatedly, it’s the unwanted advances, it’s subtly lewd comments, it’s the never being taken seriously because of the way that I look. I have not been granted second interviews for management positions because of my innocent smile, soft eyes, amiable nature. Every time I tell anyone that I work in the foodservice industry, people always assume that I must be a server. I am a damn fine cook and a successful chef, I don’t rely on talent or beauty, I rely on skill, determination, drive, and a great sense of style.
I do not back the #metoo movement because social media is click bait, and that is it. #metoo a damn trend and right now at some point soon it will trend downward. There is no fight in a hashtag. There is no march, there is no riot, there is nothing beyond words of disapproval.
Last year’s person of the year was a monster who insists still that the title of the Time magazine award should be REVERTED to “man” of the year.
This year’s Time Magazine’s Person of the Year is a fucking hashtag.
THE CONSEQUENCE OF SEXUAL HARASSMENT ARE MORE THAN A MAGAZINE COVER.
Dear people of the millennial clan,
Is La Croix going to water down the term used to describe every other brand of sparkling water, just like how Coca-Cola has replaced the words soda and pop, not to mention any competing brand names like Pepsi and RC? Like how Band-Aid means a sticky bandage? I don’t even know the nonbranded way to ask for a Band-Aid. Is La Croix going to be the new Rollerblade of in-line skating? Is La Croix going to be the Kleenex of nose tissues?
I am just wondering because I have come to love, truly, calling all sparkling water bubblers. Can we just decide to say “bubbler” instead of “La Croix?
I think of things to write about, but when the time comes, I go stone cold. Is this writers block? If so, then maybe I don’t have what it takes to write a book, maybe I don’t have the charisma to hostess a blog, to live my life by the way of pen, by the stroke of the ink, by the code of the keypad.
I get inspired to write only when I cannot, namely when I am struggling against sleep, tossing in the sea of the comforter, tangled in the seaweed of the sheet, mind racing while the body cannot.
So here I am, hanging out with myself on a late fall evening, bored and avoiding Marigold.
Maybe we broke up and I was too distracted to even notice, maybe that’s it. Whenever I call on Marigold, when I am ready, when I have time, I have already lost motivation because of how long I have avoided my blog baby. Marigold has run away, and I do not blame her.
It’s like I am nervous, or scared, intimidated, unclear, and for the first time in my life, unopinionated.
It certainly is strange, but I miss Marigold, and I do hope she starts to stop by a little more often than never.
Who would have guessed that the cell phone revolution would lead to a silent class, to one that never speaks out loud, to one that is reliant on written conversation and reading over vocal skills, noises that having meaning- a skill required shortly after birth as opposed to the one that must be fostered over a long series of years, a form of communication that takes years to master. Writing text messages, emails, Facebook posts are a lot less innate than talking, but yet everyone has agreed on a preference, universally, and without any loud discussion about it.
Music is important because it is a lens through which people’s lives are focused. It is a backdrop, an important motif that supports the theme of one’s life. Think of how important a soundtrack is to the making a movie truly great and memorable. If your life has a great soundtrack, then it is going to be better. Or it can be filled with all the potential that luck can muster, but if low quality expression are prevalent that petty over sex, money, gossip, then your life just may have limits.