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But as I have been doing these things, I've been keeping an eye on the local and national and world news... not a close eye, because that leads to depression and anxiety, but enough to know what's going on in the world.
It's not pretty.
Everything from entitled and misogynistic assholes calling women with earned doctorates "kiddo" and suggesting that women are purely decorative, to the Proud Boys rioting in the streets in both Washingtons.
What do these people have in common?
I mean, it's easy enough - and accurate - to say that as a group they're bigots or racists or misogynists or white nationalists or straight white males or conservative Christians or all of the above. All these things are demonstrably true for many of them.
But honestly, I think a lot of it is all in the name.
They're proud boys, not proud men.
That is to say, they're acting like children, spoiled children who have never been told no before.
And they don't like it, not one little bit.
Even my younger child - who is suffering from chronic and acute 13-year-old-know-it-all-itis - even she is more grown-up than these small, petty people are. And her big sister, just barely a legal adult, is far and away more mature.
It's kind of ridiculous.
It's petty of me to feel like Karma or God or the Universe is too damn slow in taking care of their posturing, small, anti-masking, fuck-you-I've-got-mine selves, but the difference is that I know I'm a petty asshat when I say things like that, and I'll say it out loud and own my pettiness.
Because I'm a grownup.
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