I’m not doing too well at Nablopomo.
Mostly, it’s because I’ve been grumpy.
It doesn’t feel good to spread grumpy around.
Every day my work has me all up in blogs from people who create useful content, I know objectively I should keep my grumpy mouth shut.
Embarrassed at the thought
that I’d ever have anything to complain about,
I have nothing but privileged, boring, white girl complaints.
No moving essays.
No useful tips.
This week, a waste of your time.
Asked 2 questions by a Facebook friend,
1.) What is your privilege?
2.) How do you leverage that privilege to dismantle structural oppression?
I knew explicitly about number one.
But number two. Ugh.
As I prepared for my big city commute today, I didn’t pay attention as I walked off my front step, rolling my ankle and spraining it with a loud sweary 4:00 am yelling that woke up the husband and demanded he bring me ice.
(The dog angry-farted at me all day for not taking her for a walk.)
All morning, the girls cried because of reasons ridiculous to me as an adult but utterly sympathetic to the me as a child who still lives in my chest. Wrong breakfast, wrong clothing, wrong-wrong-WRONG and there’s nothing you/I can do about it.
Other than cry.
They cry a lot.
They cry as much as I remember crying.
Which was at everything.
How do you leverage that privilege to dismantle structural oppression?
(I, um, leave supportive comments on, uh, sort of feminist websites?)
Helen Jane, that doesn’t count.
An after dinner event that left a bathroom covered in poop.
A power outage.
Removal of privileges due to bad behavior and
a new crockpot.
How do I leverage my privilege to dismantle structural oppression?
I don’t, but I need to.
So, I’m looking outward. I know exactly my privilege.
My whiteness, my work, my education, location, my comfort.
Now I need to get to work.
Can you answer those two questions?
Do you want to?