I’ve had a nauseated feeling all day and couldn’t figure out why. It’s not food poisoning, the flu, or any other illness. It’s not morning sickness, so don’t even go there. I thought maybe it was from getting too high on my own supply now that we have a couch I can sit on, instead of a camping chair.
And then two friends (and former colleagues) sent me this article [TRIGGER WARNING].
I used to work for this man. He probably has no clue who I am, but I worked for him when his $300 million company had fewer than 200 employees. I danced with him and others at a company event my third week. I posed with him for pictures and hugged him and drank with him and none of this (excuse my French) fucking matters because a teenage girl who trusted him as a family friend was sexually abused and she will forever have to live with that trauma.
I don’t have anything profound to say at the moment, as I’m still processing and can’t even imagine what this young girl has gone through. And will go through. And have to relive and repeat the attack over and over. And defend. And explain. As if she had anything to do with this other than being his prey.
My heart and thoughts and prayers go out to her, which is hardly anything in the wake of her being brave enough to speak out. I can only hope the criminal justice system will do its due diligence and offer some small token of hope for her and the millions of other sexual abuse victims who have the courage to stand up for themselves. #MeToo yet a-fucking-gain.
I feel a little like Dory after the past few weeks … Telling myself to just keep swimming, just keep swimming. It seems harder than ever to balance being well-informed with remaining sane. So what do we do? We swim, swim, swim. And buy 1/2 price wine.
- The Serenity Prayer: Another tactic for me to stay somewhat centered in a topsy-turvy climate is this reminder. An added benefit is remembering my Pop referenced it often. His angelversary is in a few weeks, so he’s on my mind more than usual, and these words echoing in my head bring him that much closer to my heart.
- #MeToo: No doubt, you’ve seen the social media movement to share stories of sexual harassment and assault. It started with activist Tarana Burke years ago and went viral this weekend with a tweet from Alyssa Milano. The discussions are unsettling, uncomfortable and eye-opening for some — but the point remains: No one should ever be physically, verbally or mentally abused without consent. Say that C word with me now: CONSENT.
- Getaround: Despite 22 months without driving and my stubbornness to make it through numerous work trips without a car, I was foiled this week with a two-part trip through northern California. Thankfully, Getaround made it easy to, well… you guessed it. I booked an affordable SUV, backed out of a garage into traffic blindly and navigated my way through 200+ miles of freeway fun. Even a hiccup at the end (my fault) was handled swiftly. Use this link to sign up for $20 off your first trip!
- “I Get Around” – The Beach Boys: Obviously, #3 above has a lot to do with why this song has been stuck in my head. If it’s not already the soundtrack for their commercials, then I hereby claim this genius idea and shall await the profits. Plus, who doesn’t love the timeless California coolness of The Beach Boys?
PS: Last week marked SEVEN years since I began this blog — I’ve been a bit preoccupied to make a whole special post about it, but thanks for sticking with me whether you’ve been around since the first post or just joined me here today. Cheers to that!
I’m really, really ready for this election season to be over; and I’m really, really tired of reading ignorant hate spewed all over the internet. (Fun fact: The New York Times recently got on board with the AP Style change to lowercase “internet.”) All that said, it turns out there are some good things still in this world:
- SOMA StrEAT Food Park: I have the terrible first-world problem of working for a company that provides lunch every day. But, when I’m looking for a mid-day date with my boyfriend that won’t break the bank, this is the place to go. There are tons of options for every palate, and who doesn’t love a good food pun?
- The Hot Dog Princess: When a local dance class asked its students to come dressed as princesses, one little lady chose to go her own way. That’s right, she dressed as a hot dog. Anyone else want to be Ainsley’s best friend? Yeah, well… get in line.
- To Brock Turner’s Father, from Another Father: You’ve heard, no doubt, about Stanford swimmer Brock Turner — who was sentenced to just six months of prison after being convicted of raping a young woman. His dad’s tone-deaf response was despicable, but this educated response from another father is simply stunning.
- John Oliver Forgives $15M of Medical Debt: I already thought John Oliver was an angel, but his latest move takes the cake. He forgave $15 MILLION of Americans’ medical debt, for a fraction of the cost, because he was outraged by the fucked-up structure of healthcare. Take 20 minutes to watch and learn, and God bless the man who just beat Oprah to earn his wings.