Jumped outta bed with my asskicker boots already laced

Things I’m dealing with today:

Missing blogs like hell.  Fuck Trump and all these real world events for a hot second, I need to go read about someone’s inner thoughts on regular life.  Was momentarily excited about certain blog awards coming up, until I discovered the parenting category nominees are full of straight up bullshit like ancestry(dot)com.  OMIGOD, HOW IS THAT PARENTING?


Currently struggling to find balance in regards to my inflamed rage re: white males in power making the news these days (FUCKERS!  *makes stabby motions, eye twitching*) with the fact I’m married to a white male with his aura of white male power.

Is particularly troublesome when I get stressed about current events and the white male I live with does not immediately see things from my perspective

and I have to ponder whether I married ONE OF THEM? Is he perhaps subtly tearing me down with his sub/conscious oppressive ideologies and ingrained belief in his inherent superiority?!  Because he could never love me as much as he loves the status quo?!?!?!  Is that why I’m so pissed and he’s merely listening!??!

or if perhaps I am a bit hysterical?  I mean, I do love this guy, and when I step back, he’s pretty decent in every which way.

or perhaps I’m totally justifiably pissed and only think I’m hysterical because of internalized sexism, and omgiod, I am part of the problem, and how has my husband not called me on how I have internalized The Man while suppressing my own equal rights, this is a fucking white man’s world and the call is coming from inside the motherfucking house


Usually when I get like this in regards to other topics, my husband swoops in with his reasonable logic and listening skills, and there are hugs involved and I feel better.

Except we’re living in a world where we elected a pussy grabber as president and most men collectively shrugged about it, and I’m still having a hard time reconciling.  So in the midst of comforting and safe husband hugs and wanting to believe he’s on my side, there’s this tiny Handmaid’s Tale-esque voice inside my head that wonders if I totally just got duped by the patriarchy.


Then Twitter educates me on all the other minority groups who are all, “Oh, now you’re pissed about injustice?  Welcome to the party!  Look what’s happening over here!  Look what’s been happening all your life that you never cared about before!  And that’s just in our country, now come look over here!”  The avalanche of how much fucking injustice is going on right now drains me like a femoral artery bleed, and I’m dead in about two minutes.  How can you possibly fix anything when you are dead under the avalanche?  You can’t, that’s how.  But if you are like me, you can still read your twitter feed and be posthumously pissed off as fuck.  Like, all day long, as you are supposed to be getting actual work done.

Which is usually when my husband comes in and says in his most logical tones, “Can you do anything about it, Natalie?  No?  So what good is your pissed off, impotent rage?  Go do something useful.”

You can probably imagine how well that’s received.


So here’s some songs, because fuck everything!  Also, if you have some mutherfucking blogs about real people doing real shit, link up in comments, even/especially if it’s your own.  Link up even if you know I already read it, so some other soul might find it.



7 Replies to “Jumped outta bed with my asskicker boots already laced”

  1. I’m right there with you. I get stabby now every time a white male pushes me out of the way like I’m not even there, or expects me to step aside and wait while he does something.

    For me, the worst part is my mother voted for him. I seriously feel like every woman who voted for him betrayed the rest of us.

  2. Tetchy point in my own marriage. What are ya gonna do when your religion teaches that God is made up of Mother and Father, co-equals in Divinity and Creation. But then we call God “Him” and all the power is in the hands of the male gender in mortality. I can put up with all kinds of horsepoo here, on earth. But imma be sore disappointed if I find that women are second class citizens in Eternity.

    Wrote a post just for you. Ta dah.

  3. I’m having a similar struggle. I am into this guy. But he’s a guy. He tries to get it but…he’s a guy. Ugh. I will blog again when my divorce is final. I have no idea when that will be. This year? Maybe? *hugs*

  4. There is no such thing as impotent rage. Gotta start somewhere. When they tell me to calm down, relax, that’s when I know the shit needs to hit the fan. My own marriage to a republican has survived b/c he always votes for the democratic presidential candidate. We recently had a stabby conversation about “Big Little Lies” and was one of them really raped or did the sex just go bad? Then I take a breath and go “he voted HRC, really, there’s a brain in there somewhere” and start focusing externally on the real enemies in power.

  5. OhMfuckingG. So there. So there. I am exhausted trying to keep up with everything. In particular, ACA-related. Save articles all day long, spend two hours reading them all after the kids go to bed. And then there’s everything else.
    And my husband shrugs and says the same, ‘what can you do?’
    I can call, and email MoC’s, and educate myself and then at the end of the day, it may not fall my way, but at least I did SOMETHING. Other than bitch and shrug shoulders ala husband. (Who is a good man, but a male.)
    This morning I overheard something that for the first time in my life gave me pause. I’ve heard a similar sentiment before, but never the pause. An older, boisterous, joker came into the office this morning. He and I had some banter and then I went to find some paperwork. He continued to banter with the other ladies in the office. A gal from different office came in. Boisterous fella commented that she had purple streaks in her hair! She must be fun! And a tattoo, ‘ooh, there must be more somewhere!’ And, ‘Just wait until summer, then I bet they come out!’ It honestly icked me out a little.
    I have been that girl in the past, subtle sexual innuendo directed my way and I let it roll, because I’m easy-going right? A boy’s girl. But this time I just wanted to call him on his shit. I don’t know if I’ve hit the age of take no shit, or if it’s everything going on around us. Or am I just over-reacting? The lady it was directed at seemed cool with it, laughed, but maybe she’s like me too, kinda not cool with it, but she’ll let it roll because it’s not worth it to fight.
    And how to raise a daughter in this?

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