I am as anxious about the state of the nation, and the world, as I have ever been since the day after the 2016 election, which is to say extremely fucking anxious.
I continue to loathe the entire Trump Regime with the fiery power of ten thousand suns.
My contempt for every member of the Republican Party and their deplorable base cannot be measured on a scale fathomable by human intellect. Even my own. Because when I am certain I have reached the bottom of my reserves, I discover there are yet ponderous new depths.
I am feeling an increasing amount of stress and trepidation about the Democratic primary. Not just about what the outcome will be, and how damaged the victor will emerge for what will be a rough general election, but about the resources it will take to process the personal abuse I am obliged to navigate simply by virtue of covering candidates with very aggressive supporters. I am scared by the escalating extremism I'm seeing on the left.
I am pleased that, among the ginormous field of Democratic candidates, there are a few for whom I want to cast an enthusiastically affirmative vote, not just a vote against the rest.
I am so happy it's springtime.
I am grateful for my lovely husband, for our home, for my friends, for all the times they make me laugh, and for Dudley and Zelda.
I am also, as always, glad for this community. Anyone who wants to join me in another enormous virtual group hug is welcome.
How are you?
Shakesville is run as a safe space. First-time commenters: Please read Shakesville's Commenting Policy and Feminism 101 Section before commenting. We also do lots of in-thread moderation, so we ask that everyone read the entirety of any thread before commenting, to ensure compliance with any in-thread moderation. Thank you.
blog comments powered by Disqus