My mom told me the other day that I attended my first protest when I was less than a year old in a backpack on her back at the Georgia State Capitol. Apparently Roe v Wade was raging and mom — being a pro-lifer — went down to voice her opinion. And I was with her. “There are things about your mother you don’t know,” she said. Heh. Trust me Mom…I know I come by it honestly. And I’ll say this: the fact that what you protested wasn’t popular thinking at the time makes it even cooler and braver. The older I get the less impressed I am with the lip service of the manufactured outrage delivered by the secretly satisfied sheep. Blergh to them I say. Proud to be your daughter, woman. Remember that when I get lippy.
After reading this, particularly this part:
And then, there’s this. The counterattack. This is risky, and perhaps even ill-advised, but a troll can be shocked into submission by the power of your own typing. I’m ugly? No, you’re ugly, and we all know why your parents got divorced. Oh, I’m an idiot because I support [Presidential Candidate]? Here’s an educated, 500 word explanation of how you don’t have your facts straight. Mic drop. Shut up. Posting an embarrassing picture of me on Facebook? Cool! Here’s an album of that time you puked in my basement and fell asleep in it. Maybe I’ll tag your parents in the middle of the puddle.
Is this petty? Yes. Will it potentially make your situation exponentially worse? Yes. But is there a perverse joy in fighting it out online? Of course—it’s in the web’s soul. Just be ready for a long engagement that publicly degrades everyone involved.
I’ve been convinced not to post my favorite quotes from selfish people. I’ve been collecting them. And they’re so very good. But I think I’d rather just let karma work its magic — it’s harder, because you have to wait to feel vindicated. But ultimately, it’s a sweeter feeling, knowing that the madness is the exception, not the rule. And that’s only really evident if you let go and watch that rule work. But I mean I am holding back — I’ve written one quote four times now and I keep deleting it. Because it’s that douche. But rise above Sarah. Rise above…
So, how amazing have the Olympics been so far? Not sure if you could tell but I love — love, love — the Olympics. Always have. Some of my best memories are of watching Mary Lou Retton with my sister (Lou was an awesome gymnast in her day). So, watching the USA swim team kick complete butt has been thrilling. And you have got to give it up for this kid here. Everyone said her beam routine was the best thing she did. Pshaw. She shone on the uneven bars and her floor routine was staggering in its sheer athleticism. Go kiddo. Your hair looks great. (Also, Maroney’s vault? Jesus. Perfect. The judges are on crack.)
Alright, other things before I head out of here to just be weird this weekend. There may be some dancing on U Street tomorrow. Oh dear. That could be trouble…
My friend George posted this on Facebook and I just love it so here it is for you:
“Obama’s website has a new ‘tax calculator’ on it to compare his plan to Romney’s. But if you enter $10 million for your income, the calculator says Romney would increase your taxes by $245k in 2013 (with 2 dependents), and Obama would save you $8,300. There’s a word for that: bullshit.”
This is so wonderful. Incentive to Lose is a memoir title for a former Chinese badminton Olympian…
Oops. Pubic record is a bitch.
Wanna see. Pretty bad actually.
Also, wanna see. Feels good already.
Currently enjoying a new one from one of my favorite bands…