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Day 174: I’m bored.

I’m just plain bored today and don’t feel like being interesting.

So…

There’s that.

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Day 173: About minimum wage jobs.

You know what a lot of people don’t take into account when they talk about minimum wage or part-time jobs? The amount of work involved. Look at the job descriptions for some minimum wage, part-time jobs. There’s paragraphs of stuff they want you to do.

What’s listed in the job description is the bare minimum too. Dont be good at your job, they’ll have you do everything then. Not only that, they’ll make sure to keep you just under the limit for full-time pay. You have no benefits, making just over $7/hour in some cases, you’re damn near pulling full-time hours one week and barely on the schedule the next. You do all of this for what? A check that just covers bills?

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Day 172: Consent and Boundaries

It’s an important conversation. It’s also one that’s relevant outside of sex. Make sure to have the talk with your kids. Young kids. Preschool kids and toddlers.

How would you possibly go about doing that? Easy.

“Timmy, you don’t touch people without asking first.”

“Remember, no one is allowed to touch you without your permission.”

“You don’t have to give Grandma/Grandpa/whoever a hug and kiss if you don’t want to.”

See how easy that is? Any kid can understand that. Teach your kids to respect consent and boundaries when they’re young and when it’s time to have the sex talk when they’re older, the consent stuff will seem like common sense to them.

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Day 171: Still talking death…

[Trigger warning, I’m still talking about death. I’ll move on to happier topics soon, I swear.]

I’ve been contemplating death and mortality a lot lately and I don’t know what it means. I’m not passively or actively suicidal, but death is still on my mind. 

Maybe it means I need to get my ass back in therapy. Maybe I’ve just reached a point in life where I’m ready to come to terms with my own mortality. Lord knows I’ve seen the inside of hospitals and ICUs enough that I probably should’ve started down this road of thinking sooner. (I wasn’t a patient, a family member was.)

Maybe I’m trying to find deeper meaning in something utterly mundane. Maybe I’m just in a low mood. Who knows. I’m sure this will clear up sometime soon. 

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Day 170: Holy fuck I’m morbid.

[Trigger warning for more talk of death.]

So, I had to do a discussion in my class today and what we had to do was pick two works of art and show how they had a common theme. The theme that popped up in my head first was mortality. I don’t know why, but I’ve been contmeplating my own mortality a lot lately.

What happens when you die?

What happens after you die?

Is there an afterlife or does it all just end?

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Day 169: Let’s discuss girlhood and womanhood.

These are two things not easily or freely given to Black women and girls. Little Black girls especially don’t get to be little girls. They are immediately labeled “women”. When those little Black girls do grow into women, society doesn’t want to give them their womanhood.

For a lot of people, Black and woman don’t go together. For them Black refers to Black men and woman refers to white women. There’s also a nasty history that goes along with the “Black women aren’t real women” thing that I do not have the time or energy to get into today. If you’re interested, you can find it easily. Many people have researched it. Go look it up.

The “real woman” thing is bullshit, but it’s racist bullshit when you throw it at Black women.

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Day 168: Question for the”fuck slactivists/internet activists” crowd:

You do realize that there are people who can’t protest in the streets, right? Whether it’s due to poverty, disability, or fear for their own safety, there are people who cannot do “real life” activism.

Their main outlet for activism may be through twitter, letter writing, emails, or phone calls, but they’re still doing good work.

They are no less of an activist because they can’t or don’t want to show up at a march in the streets. They are no less of an activist if they can’t afford to boycott certain major companies. Belittling these people who are doing very real and very important work makes you look like an asshole.