This is not for the ones whose parents came to pick them up at the airport.
This is not a prayer where we all hold hands and thank the lord, this is not a blessing on the turkey and mashed potatoes, this is not for you who have been making your Pinterest turkey-shaped placecards for two weeks and whose entryways are graced with a kitschy wooden sign that says,”Love Makes This House A Home.”
No, this one is for you, holiday-hater. You who don’t envision the glowing family sit-down happening for you tomorrow. Maybe because of death, distance or divorce, because of insanity, because of money or whatever else gets in the way of love or peace. You who don’t particularly feel like saying Thank You today, who think that spending $200 on Thanksgiving dinner kind of shits on the heads of American Indians, who gave us the corn in the first place and are now the most impoverished ethnic minority group in the USA. This is for you who will not be surrounded by people who are thankful for you this year.
No, you are not alone. And yes, this holiday is corporate nonsense wrapped in a facade of goodwill. Yes, there are others out there who have it worse than you. There always are. And yes, maybe you have told yourself that you will “make your own family” and that water can be thicker than blood, and if you are organizing a friendsgiving or crashing a friend’s parent’s or going to a buffet or ordering everything on the dollar menu at McDonald’s and holding your head high about it then I am proud of you. I admire you. You are one capable, brilliant individual.
And if you’re not, if you feel entitled and sad and angry, if you find yourself screaming at your father or you can’t just can’t, and you feel yourself against your will wishing that you did have a Full House family and Apple Spice Yankee Candles all over your house, I am still so proud of you. I recognize and validate your feelings of suck, I salute your ass and offer you a sisterly high-five. You are not a freak. You are one of us. And though we have to be stronger than everyone else, that makes us a little more sensitive, a little wiser. And when our authentic, candle-lit Thanksgiving comes (and it will someday, know it always will), you will feel it like the rest of them can’t. Your cup will overflow. You will embody the spirit of the holiday like a motherfucker, and you will spread it as far as you can. You will know the non-commercialized, the warmest, the realest real gratitude there is to know.
“Life is going to present to you a series of transformations. And the point of education should be to transform you. To teach you how to be transformed so you can ride the waves as they come. But today, the point of education is not education. It’s accreditation. The more accreditation you have, the more money you make. That’s the instrumental logic of neoliberalism. And this instrumental logic comes wrapped in an envelope of fear. And my Ivy League, my MIT students are the same. All I feel coming off of my students is fear. That if you slip up in school, if you get one bad grade, if you make one fucking mistake, the great train of wealth will leave you behind. And that’s the logic of accreditation. If you’re at Yale, you’re in the smartest 1% in the world. […] And the brightest students in the world are learning in fear. I feel it rolling off of you in waves. But you can’t learn when you’re afraid. You cannot be transformed when you are afraid.”—Junot Díaz, speaking at Yale (via gilbertnorrell)
Paula Sophia Schonauer was the star cop of her precinct when she was a man. But after transitioning and becoming a female, her colleagues on the force believed she was incapable of doing her job. How was she going to reclaim their respect? (via Snap Judgment)
NPR’s tumblr posted my story today! :D What a bunch of sweetie-pies.
Damn, son, fuck all these health and workout Tumblrs. All these colorful pastel typography images trying to make running around look fun and powerful. Nah I’ll sit on my ass all day and feel good about it thank you very much.