12-21-2018, 05:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-21-2018, 05:49 PM by RiverNotch.)
(12-21-2018, 03:48 AM)rowens Wrote: I don't see a problem with movements that spread awareness of harmful activities and ways to prevent them. I seem to have a problem with a large group of people gathering to stand or sit around agreeing with each other. It offends my sensitivities.is it just now, or hasn't it always been this way? as a kid, i always had to watch out, in case i was sinning against god, or being blind (as i often was) to social norms and such. and though i have a greater sense of freedom about myself, that freedom stops the moment i step up to someone, ask them how to commute to Eastwood Mall. it may have been social anxiety, or it may have been that i was yet learning how to live with the spectrum, but i don't think either of those made it any less true -- only made me more sensitive to that old adage, 'Hell is other people'. Which, I just learned by reading through the wiki article on Sartre, was also a dig on the Nazi occupation of Paris.
Also, these kinds of groups make me nervous, whatever their politics or agendas are. I don't think I make them nervous, but I think they think that I think that I make them nervous, and that makes me nervous. And once nervous I begin to behave in a way that makes them nervous, which adds more to the general discomfort. But that's just me.
Or to put it more plainly, I think I've got on people's nerves or made them nervous for so long that their nerves are going to start a movement to take me down.
That the Trump supporters and gun-owners and women, well women in general, and the news papers are all going to join together for this common cause. So I have to watch what I say and how I act from now on.
my reaction to the poem is the same. I'm Filipino, heterosexual, male, middle class, and generally a pacifist. i don't really have a stake in any of these issues. but my older sister did note that she was affected by #metoo in a good way, as she recalled a very awkward circumstance involving some creep in a bus. so i get where they're coming from, and think that a little patience regarding the movement would go a long way.
less so with gun control, because the statistics behind that are a little colder, and the demands of the NRA considerably more unreasonable. so in the end, i read this poem as a joke. but at whose expense, i don't know -- there's only so many things i can have patience for.