I’m so sorry. I had the same feeling when I was out at the grocery store earlier this week, and I’m just a white girl. If I felt like I did, I can only imagine how you’re feeling.

My kids (4 and 5) were being shits all day, too. So not much to contribute except I feel your pain.

At least it’s not something really weird and fucked up. Relatedly, I watched the first episode of Black Mirror on Netflix last night. A client recommended it and I’m like fuck, dude, you could’ve warned me. This was not the week for that shit.

I’m about five books away from being done with my 2016 Reading Challenge and I’m super excited. Right now I’m nearly done with Into the Wild. It’s the “set somewhere you’d like to visit” selection. If you know anything about the subject matter, that’s probably amusing to you, and it probably also goes along the same…

Pain and suffering is not a zero-sum game. Just because your boyfriend suffered horrifically doesn’t mean you never are allowed to be upset, angry, hurt, traumatized, or any other emotion. Telling him that you’re hurting and he’s wrong to tell you that you’re not is not tantamount to denying his trauma. You do not…

I had some Heaven’s Hill Bourbon (I’ve been touring the Bourbon trail, trying them all) and it’s like fucking lighter fluid. So when I left work Wednesday, I was like, there still some left but I deserve the good shit. So I bought some Bulleit Bourbon. It’s fucking magical.

I’m totally into the do gooding thing. I’m a social worker so I’m trying to figure out what I can do about policy, lobbying, etc. I’m ready to kick some ass and take all the names.

Yep. Jezebel is my warm fuzzy antidote to the horror show that is Facebook. I may have lost it completely with the back and forth “peace love and trump” and “let’s unite” interspersed with the memes mocking all of us who are upset and worried that Trump won.

I’ve long been planning to leave my current state so it’s not a new thing for me to flee northward, but I certainly am feeling some urgency to speed it up. Granted, I do live in a city so I have some protection, but we have a horrible piece of shit governor that I’d like to get away from. He place I’m planning to move…

I have a new favorite Bourbon. :)

Don’t know about anyone else, but I have started to see shit in my feed on FB about students being beat up at school for supporting Trump, a woman berating her young black son for “voting” for Trump at school. I also just saw that white nationalists have co-opted the safety pin thing to be in support of other racist…

Jezebel has basically been my support group since the election. It’s a welcome refuge from Facebook. One troll called me a “melodramatic little bitch,” but other than that, it’s all been love. :)

It’s good for regular old passive-aggressiveness, too. Just playing dumb and trying to get someone to worm their way out of being an asshole can be exceedingly entertaining on top of not letting them get away with their shit. And if anyone deserves to be made supremely uncomfortable, it’s racists and people who are…

I have long avoided politics with my dad entirely. He tries to engage me constantly and I keep my mouth shut as long as I can. The last major issue we had was a blowup over the Black Lives Matter movement two years ago at Christmas. He preferred one of the other 28 primary candidates and thought Trump was gross. Then…

We need to start going with the classic, “What do you mean by that?” I wish I’d known that trick when I encountered a racist-but-not-super-overt comment by a car salesman. He said “oh we would sell a lot more of those Cadillacs if we were on the north side of the city.”

I don’t know--little kids can say some pretty horrible things, especially when they’re parroting what the adults around them are saying.

Another perfectly good snack food ruined. My digestive system will thank me, I suppose.

I called him a sentient Cheeto on Facebook before the election. I let loose on here but I usually tone it down when my actual name is attached. But damn it felt good to say it with my name on it. :)

I feel you so much right now. My dad is a white evangelical Christian and in his 60s, but I’ve been amazed at how receptive he’s been over the last fifteen or so years as I’ve discovered my feminist identity and had my consciousness raised. I’ve raised a lot of his consciousness right along with me and he’s been more…

Oooh, I hadn’t thought of that. Suddenly, the next two months just seem a little brighter.