Thank you. I needed this. However, I already posted the following nasty message to The Universe. Mea culpa.
Bless me, St. Joan of Snark 🙏✨💫
It’s been several days since my last snarktorial comments. I’m not currently on speaking terms with The Universe. Gafuckyaself, Universe. You know what you did! I know that’s harsh, but my better angels have flown the coop. Replacement angels have been ordered but there’s a supply chain problem.
Love you. Mean it. Yes, against my better judgement, I still love you. Damnit.
Speaking of nasty: I was watching a little of "Revenge of the Sith" on TNT tonight, and the scene where Anakin cuts off Mace Windu's arm and thus helps Palpatine kill him, reminded me a little of... what some of the American public did to Kamala in supporting Trump, in a Faustian bargain for some dicey promises. Not that American voters are quite as bad as Anakin/Darth; but then again, a few are pretty bad...
I wish I could relax like you, Jean, and everyone else who can. Instead I am so furious and so scared. I need to do something everyday, so today I wrote to Biden and Harris and my congressman to urge them to all make sure that structural safeguards are in place and to pack the goddamned Supreme Court. It probably won't make a dent, but I have to do something. Any other suggestions welcome. love Caroline
That was an excellent idea to alert them. Thank you. We’re all different and I too am into the doing something mode too. However, I decided to balance it with a crochet project. The loss was so hard because I had put so much into trying to prevent it. Some of us need to take action and can’t stop. So I’ve split my days and left open turning my back on this disappointing country at some point. I’m not ready for that yet. We need to hope that this time it will be better because they gave Trump enough rope……
There will be more to do! Take care of yourself, Caroline - and if taking care of yourself means writing those emails, then do it. But also take some time to enjoy life.
Not just women. This man, too, is horrified and ashamed for my country and its persistent misogyny. It's astonishing to me how many men are afraid of female power. Why on earth Pakistan should be able to have a woman head of state but we can't...Ugh.
I did some canvassing in PA and was shocked and saddened by the number of houses I knocked where the husband was voting for Trump and the wife for Kamala. And in many cases you could cut the tension with a knife.
Oh, Roland, I wondered if there were any other couples out there that lived in a 'divided' politically marriage situation. 43 years together for us. Use to it was funny, cancelling each other out. Nowadays, it's all out war! I'm not sure how much longer I can last......
Do you think there's any chance your marriage can survive? I mean, it's one thing to be married to the sort of Republican that prevailed in the 20th century, and although I don't have any personal experience in marriage, let alone a politically divided one, I find it hard to believe I could be in a marriage with a Trumper.
Furthermore, being a Democrat is baked into me. My great uncle, my maternal grandmother's brother, ran the Colorado Democratic Party for nearly half of the 20th century, and my mother first took me to vote with her when I was 7, and JFK was the Democratic candidate for President, running against Nixon. I had my first arguments over politics that year, with my then best friend, Ralphie, whose grandfather was a cofounder of Nordstrom's (this was Seattle), and whose mother was interior decorator to the hoi polloi of Seattle, which included then future Nixon aide, John Erlichman. My father was as left wing as my mother, and both parents were both trained economists, who met at Harvard as students in that field.
I knew that Nixon had smeared his opponent, Helen Gahagan Douglas, an actress who ran against him for Senator from California, in 1946 or thereabouts. But I didn't understand what that meant, despite having asked my parents to explain it to me, which at least one of them tried to do. And I swear, I tried to understand it, but I just didn't quite!
One day, my mother was driving, with Ralphie and me in the back seat, and I said to him, "You know, Ralphie, you really shouldn't vote for Nixon because he called that lady in California something like an economist."
I'm virtually certain I'm quoting myself accurately, because my mother, for whom hilarity was a rare commodity, LOVED telling this story, and because I have this strong feeling that this is exactly what I said to him--it sounds like the way I would have said it at age 7. (Ralphie is now a Democrat.)
I think you are totally correct here. I’m sure that’s what happened to a significant degree. Bless the men who respect their wives’ opinions! Those are truly happy households.
If you're going to marry someone who has political differences, you'd better be able to respect them. I do not think I could respect a Trumper's opinion. But one of my exes married a guy who at the time they got together, liked Trump. He has since dumped Trump, and he is a very good guy, something I could feel the first time I met him.
Sounds like a great, likable guy with a good head on his shoulders and a good heart in his chest. May there be many more like him, eventually. One good man sets a good example for many more to follow. That goes for women, too, btw.
"The best revenge is living well"-- not sure who said it but dang it Caroline, I'm just saying you could consider TRYING or even maybe forcing yourself a little to do some fun stuff just for YOU. They want us all to be depressed & anxious constantly and they get drunk on our tears like rotgut booze. You need some fun, you deserve it & darn it you're good enough 😘 Life is short & too much stress will make it shorter. You could pray for help or * ask the universe * to help you to set aside your anxiety for a day at least. I find that really works when I'm stuck. And then we EFF with these WEAK BULLIES every damn day !
Caroline, thank you for writing to the powers that be. I may have to do the same thing.
Also, after feeling badly for a day and a half, I realized that I need to take some responsibility for our Democracy, and for doing whatever I can (I do'nt know yet) to make sure it survives. So I will probably become politically involved, which I haven't done before, except with regard to a few discreet causes that I have. Meanwhile, I'm trying to learn as much as I can about what happened. I find that doing so has coincided with feeling significantly better, and I don't think it's a coincidence, despite having stuck that word, "coincided," in this sentence.
And I second E. Jean's comment, now directly below, that you should ask your husband for a foot massage. If I had a wife, I would certainly give her a foot massage.
Oh, E. Jean. I am so glad to hear from you. I am tremendously disappointed. But you have proved yourself right, once again. Everything you did means something to women. You changed the conversation.
Stop degrading my name. Karen means pure or purity. Do you know what it’s like to have your name destroyed? Everyone you say what your name is, you know it’s being used to slam someone. Enough
Ha! But in this crazy world “dang believe out country has come to this” makes sense! Let yourself wallow in the tears, but give yourself a deadline. You know? Then I vote for E. Jean’s program.
It's an old best girlfriend's advice was to me in "troubled waters" times, pull in. Turn the phone off, make soup, play with your dogs or cats or dance to music you love. Just pull in. Its your bridge over troubled waters.
My beloved dog passed away yesterday after a brief illness. I am absolutely shattered. He got sick on Election Day and it all feels so blurry and awful. My mom (with whom I shared Bobby) is devastated. We were thinking we could throw ourselves into causes at the local level as a means of staying busy (once we have the energy) and as a means of fighting back.
Bobby. My mom named him after Greyfriar’s Bobby. He was a terrier mix with crooked ears and a crooked nose and a beautiful coat of hair. He was our world. Thank you so much for asking, E. Jean.
Samantha, so sorry to hear of the loss of your beloved dog. ❤️ it’s a hard thing to go through and I’m glad you have your mom (and she has you) to help deal with this grief. I lost my grandpuppy to cancer a year or so ago. Like Bobby he was a terrier mix with one straight and one floppy ear. He was such a good boy and smart too….
I am so sorry about your grandpuppy, Patty. He sounds adorable. Bobby was also very smart. Must be the crooked ears. ❤️🐾Yes, my mom and I are fortunate to have each other—I need to remember this. Thank you.
I wish I could sit quietly with you and hear you tell me all about him. I bet he was and still is (inside of you and your mom) a marvelous and gorgeous delightful beastie.
Thank you, Gail. I really felt like I wanted to go with him yesterday. I have never felt pain like this. My mom, who has endured so much loss in her life, is beside herself with grief. Your comment means so much and I am grateful to hear that it will get better with time. ❤️
Thank you, Lisa. That is very kind. I keep thinking we could have done something differently and have had him a little longer. But I could see it in his eyes. I think he was ready, brave little boy.
I'm positive you did everything you could in the time you had. It's never easy to lose them, but it's a special kind of hell when it happens so swiftly and without proper answers. (Been there. It's awful. You will find your way, and he'll always be with you.)
Try to hold on to the certainty that you were Bobby's much-adored everything and he KNEW he was so loved and well cared for.
I am so sorry for your loss, Raine. It’s devastating. I would give anything to hold Bobby for just 5 more minutes. I’ve never been so sad. I will keep you and your beloved dog in my thoughts. ❤️
I am gathering my people close and tightening my digital footprint. Bringing everything here as long as it stays tech bro-ligarch control free. This is my plan moving forward: "I believe with all my heart that it will be our light, our broken hearted art, our unwavering hope, our relentless joy, our stalwart tenacity, our radical kindness, and our innate humanity that will lift us up and brighten the path forward. Creativity is the opposite of destruction. It is our birthright. It is where our greatest power resides. Art will save the world, but only if we keep making it. This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine."
If we all shine our light, we can hold back the darkness.
This is exactly right! Thank you. As for the Karen shaking, I think white women are going to have to take the lead on that one (I have no picture attached, but I'll say that I'm not one of them). I wish you luck.
As a multi-racial woman who has been passing for white for the last handful of years (aging is weird...) I will be overjoyed to provide the smackdowns the Karens deserve. The clue-by-four is my favourite weapon.
What a coincidence! That’s my plan as well. I woke up while it was still dark and noticed I could see tiny lights through the curtains. I looked through the window and saw the brightest stars I ever saw. “Yep!” I thought. “Still there…still faithful…not changing.” These are the things I will focus on.
Now THAT’s the way to be! I’m getting there, slowly. Yesterday was a slog. Today, better. I am avoiding dark crap and trying to create light instead. Results are mixed, but my course remains steady.
We’ve been pretty beat up, and we need to regroup and recharge. Once I’m sufficiently restored, GTFO my way.
I put it this way, “Fiddle-Dee-Don’t fuck with me. I’ve no more fucks to give.”
Count me in! Once we feel reconnected to ourselves, our families, and our work, and can take pleasure in all the things we love, we can armor up for the fights ahead. Stay strong!
Thank you. I needed this. However, I already posted the following nasty message to The Universe. Mea culpa.
Bless me, St. Joan of Snark 🙏✨💫
It’s been several days since my last snarktorial comments. I’m not currently on speaking terms with The Universe. Gafuckyaself, Universe. You know what you did! I know that’s harsh, but my better angels have flown the coop. Replacement angels have been ordered but there’s a supply chain problem.
Love you. Mean it. Yes, against my better judgement, I still love you. Damnit.
Yours always,
ME, Mother Emerita
Mother Emerita!! Bless you!!
I think the universe likes a nasty message every now and again, Mother!
There is a place for snarkiness, yes, indeed!
Sharon! No more Mea maxima cuppa!
Speaking of nasty: I was watching a little of "Revenge of the Sith" on TNT tonight, and the scene where Anakin cuts off Mace Windu's arm and thus helps Palpatine kill him, reminded me a little of... what some of the American public did to Kamala in supporting Trump, in a Faustian bargain for some dicey promises. Not that American voters are quite as bad as Anakin/Darth; but then again, a few are pretty bad...
Yup.
Hah! Love it.
Just perfect 👍
I wish I could relax like you, Jean, and everyone else who can. Instead I am so furious and so scared. I need to do something everyday, so today I wrote to Biden and Harris and my congressman to urge them to all make sure that structural safeguards are in place and to pack the goddamned Supreme Court. It probably won't make a dent, but I have to do something. Any other suggestions welcome. love Caroline
I WISH you could relax too, Caroline.....
We need your brain! So tonight, my love, ask your husband for a foot massage! It will be a start!
They can't pack the unsupreme court, but they do have 26 judicial nominees they could approve.
YES!
Yes, yes, YES!
Doesn't Congress have to approve those nominations? Isn't this the whole problem?
Right now, here is a Democatic majority in the Senate and judicial nominations are not subject to the filibuster. So just a simple majority
That was an excellent idea to alert them. Thank you. We’re all different and I too am into the doing something mode too. However, I decided to balance it with a crochet project. The loss was so hard because I had put so much into trying to prevent it. Some of us need to take action and can’t stop. So I’ve split my days and left open turning my back on this disappointing country at some point. I’m not ready for that yet. We need to hope that this time it will be better because they gave Trump enough rope……
There will be more to do! Take care of yourself, Caroline - and if taking care of yourself means writing those emails, then do it. But also take some time to enjoy life.
I agree, take care of yourself, Caroline. That is also what I am doing for myself, lots of self care and rest this week.😊
Not just women. This man, too, is horrified and ashamed for my country and its persistent misogyny. It's astonishing to me how many men are afraid of female power. Why on earth Pakistan should be able to have a woman head of state but we can't...Ugh.
I did some canvassing in PA and was shocked and saddened by the number of houses I knocked where the husband was voting for Trump and the wife for Kamala. And in many cases you could cut the tension with a knife.
Oh, Roland, I wondered if there were any other couples out there that lived in a 'divided' politically marriage situation. 43 years together for us. Use to it was funny, cancelling each other out. Nowadays, it's all out war! I'm not sure how much longer I can last......
Do you think there's any chance your marriage can survive? I mean, it's one thing to be married to the sort of Republican that prevailed in the 20th century, and although I don't have any personal experience in marriage, let alone a politically divided one, I find it hard to believe I could be in a marriage with a Trumper.
Furthermore, being a Democrat is baked into me. My great uncle, my maternal grandmother's brother, ran the Colorado Democratic Party for nearly half of the 20th century, and my mother first took me to vote with her when I was 7, and JFK was the Democratic candidate for President, running against Nixon. I had my first arguments over politics that year, with my then best friend, Ralphie, whose grandfather was a cofounder of Nordstrom's (this was Seattle), and whose mother was interior decorator to the hoi polloi of Seattle, which included then future Nixon aide, John Erlichman. My father was as left wing as my mother, and both parents were both trained economists, who met at Harvard as students in that field.
I knew that Nixon had smeared his opponent, Helen Gahagan Douglas, an actress who ran against him for Senator from California, in 1946 or thereabouts. But I didn't understand what that meant, despite having asked my parents to explain it to me, which at least one of them tried to do. And I swear, I tried to understand it, but I just didn't quite!
One day, my mother was driving, with Ralphie and me in the back seat, and I said to him, "You know, Ralphie, you really shouldn't vote for Nixon because he called that lady in California something like an economist."
I'm virtually certain I'm quoting myself accurately, because my mother, for whom hilarity was a rare commodity, LOVED telling this story, and because I have this strong feeling that this is exactly what I said to him--it sounds like the way I would have said it at age 7. (Ralphie is now a Democrat.)
Debra, please keep us abreast and watch James Carville and Mary Matalin
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1HrUulPtNM
You may also find the episode of This American Life from Nov. 4 to be of interest, as it addresses this issue.
I'd wager that there were a significant number of houses where the husband was telling the wife she had to vote for that horrible human.
I think you are totally correct here. I’m sure that’s what happened to a significant degree. Bless the men who respect their wives’ opinions! Those are truly happy households.
If you're going to marry someone who has political differences, you'd better be able to respect them. I do not think I could respect a Trumper's opinion. But one of my exes married a guy who at the time they got together, liked Trump. He has since dumped Trump, and he is a very good guy, something I could feel the first time I met him.
Sounds like a great, likable guy with a good head on his shoulders and a good heart in his chest. May there be many more like him, eventually. One good man sets a good example for many more to follow. That goes for women, too, btw.
53% of white women voted for that POS.
I bet a significant portion of those women were being forced to vote for him by their husbands.
Thanks for sharing, Roland.
"The best revenge is living well"-- not sure who said it but dang it Caroline, I'm just saying you could consider TRYING or even maybe forcing yourself a little to do some fun stuff just for YOU. They want us all to be depressed & anxious constantly and they get drunk on our tears like rotgut booze. You need some fun, you deserve it & darn it you're good enough 😘 Life is short & too much stress will make it shorter. You could pray for help or * ask the universe * to help you to set aside your anxiety for a day at least. I find that really works when I'm stuck. And then we EFF with these WEAK BULLIES every damn day !
I am terrified. I am a daughter of an immigrant and a US historian. The United States is gone.
It is not gone QUITE yet, Sphinxy!
Sphinxy - Many people lie for many reasons. Right now, those trying to take over our country, are lying about us.
Caroline, thank you for writing to the powers that be. I may have to do the same thing.
Also, after feeling badly for a day and a half, I realized that I need to take some responsibility for our Democracy, and for doing whatever I can (I do'nt know yet) to make sure it survives. So I will probably become politically involved, which I haven't done before, except with regard to a few discreet causes that I have. Meanwhile, I'm trying to learn as much as I can about what happened. I find that doing so has coincided with feeling significantly better, and I don't think it's a coincidence, despite having stuck that word, "coincided," in this sentence.
And I second E. Jean's comment, now directly below, that you should ask your husband for a foot massage. If I had a wife, I would certainly give her a foot massage.
Oh, E. Jean. I am so glad to hear from you. I am tremendously disappointed. But you have proved yourself right, once again. Everything you did means something to women. You changed the conversation.
Yes, this, beautifully put.
Shake the Karens!! I will be so here for it.
Stop degrading my name. Karen means pure or purity. Do you know what it’s like to have your name destroyed? Everyone you say what your name is, you know it’s being used to slam someone. Enough
I support this. I poured so much of myself out into this; I’m long overdue for a refill.
Me too, eh!
I appreciate you and your outlook so much. At the moment I’m still periodically breaking down in tears. I dang believe out country has come to this.
Same mood here for many of us in Canada, every woman I know is horrified..
Ugh. I meant I can't believe. I hate autocorrect when I use my phone.
Ha! But in this crazy world “dang believe out country has come to this” makes sense! Let yourself wallow in the tears, but give yourself a deadline. You know? Then I vote for E. Jean’s program.
Totally makes sense
It's an old best girlfriend's advice was to me in "troubled waters" times, pull in. Turn the phone off, make soup, play with your dogs or cats or dance to music you love. Just pull in. Its your bridge over troubled waters.
Love this, thank you. We lost our bridge during Helene, and it was just rebuilt. I can now look out my window and see my bridge over troubled water.
My beloved dog passed away yesterday after a brief illness. I am absolutely shattered. He got sick on Election Day and it all feels so blurry and awful. My mom (with whom I shared Bobby) is devastated. We were thinking we could throw ourselves into causes at the local level as a means of staying busy (once we have the energy) and as a means of fighting back.
Samantha! Samantha! What was your dog's name? I am crushed to hear this.
Bobby. My mom named him after Greyfriar’s Bobby. He was a terrier mix with crooked ears and a crooked nose and a beautiful coat of hair. He was our world. Thank you so much for asking, E. Jean.
BOBBY! May the gods speed you and your crooked ears and you crooked nose through eternity chasing red rubber balls and squirrels!!!!
My mom says thank you for reminding us that he can do these things now. ❤️❤️❤️
❤️❤️❤️ Thank you! Thank you!
Condolences Samantha 🙏 My family had a cat named Grayfriars when they were stationed on Guam-- my sister just mentioned him the other day 💕
Aww. Good name. ❤️
Samantha, so sorry to hear of the loss of your beloved dog. ❤️ it’s a hard thing to go through and I’m glad you have your mom (and she has you) to help deal with this grief. I lost my grandpuppy to cancer a year or so ago. Like Bobby he was a terrier mix with one straight and one floppy ear. He was such a good boy and smart too….
I am so sorry about your grandpuppy, Patty. He sounds adorable. Bobby was also very smart. Must be the crooked ears. ❤️🐾Yes, my mom and I are fortunate to have each other—I need to remember this. Thank you.
Samantha! Oh! Alas!
Samantha, I am so sorry for the loss of your beloved dog. Sending big hugs to you💙
Thank you so much! ❤️
💔💔💔💔💔❤️🩹 I’m so sincerely saddened for your loss of your sweet pupper, Samantha.
Thank you, Deborah, He was the most darling boy. He had so much personality. This hurts like hell. It is so nice when people understand. Thank you. 🙏
He was. We would love that. ❤️ I am going to write a bit about him later and hopefully you can read it when it is complete. ❤️🐾
I’m for sure reading it. His photo is beautiful. Sweet boy Bobby.
I wish I could sit quietly with you and hear you tell me all about him. I bet he was and still is (inside of you and your mom) a marvelous and gorgeous delightful beastie.
Samantha, I’m so, so sorry. May the hole in your heart be filled with all great love and good memories you’ve all shared. ❤️🐾
Thank you, Kim. ❤️
My heart is with you. My beloved cat died a month ago. This month feels like a year.
I’m so sorry, Gloria. 💔❤️🩹
I remember, Gloria, you wrote a beautiful poem about it. I hope it starts to get easier. I hope you are doing okay—our hearts are with you, too.
Sorry for your loss. Losing a dog is like losing a child. Grieve. It will get little better but you'll always have them in your heart.
Thank you, Gail. I really felt like I wanted to go with him yesterday. I have never felt pain like this. My mom, who has endured so much loss in her life, is beside herself with grief. Your comment means so much and I am grateful to hear that it will get better with time. ❤️
That is so sad, Samantha; I am sorry for your loss.
Thank you, Liz. This means so much to us.
I'm sorry you had to say goodbye to your sweet Bobby, Samantha. Such a hard loss.
Thank you, Lisa. That is very kind. I keep thinking we could have done something differently and have had him a little longer. But I could see it in his eyes. I think he was ready, brave little boy.
I'm positive you did everything you could in the time you had. It's never easy to lose them, but it's a special kind of hell when it happens so swiftly and without proper answers. (Been there. It's awful. You will find your way, and he'll always be with you.)
Try to hold on to the certainty that you were Bobby's much-adored everything and he KNEW he was so loved and well cared for.
Thank you so much, Lisa. I’m sorry you have been there too. I will remember your beautiful words always. ❤️
Samantha — I recently lost one of my dogs (I can’t stop crying) who was so beautiful and loving… I’m still crying. Our dogs are more than animals.♥️
I am so sorry for your loss, Raine. It’s devastating. I would give anything to hold Bobby for just 5 more minutes. I’ve never been so sad. I will keep you and your beloved dog in my thoughts. ❤️
I am in🙏📚☕️💜healing by sitting in the sun and drinking coffee and inspiration from you and your wonderful group
Sweet friend, I love you!
I am gathering my people close and tightening my digital footprint. Bringing everything here as long as it stays tech bro-ligarch control free. This is my plan moving forward: "I believe with all my heart that it will be our light, our broken hearted art, our unwavering hope, our relentless joy, our stalwart tenacity, our radical kindness, and our innate humanity that will lift us up and brighten the path forward. Creativity is the opposite of destruction. It is our birthright. It is where our greatest power resides. Art will save the world, but only if we keep making it. This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine."
If we all shine our light, we can hold back the darkness.
This is exactly right! Thank you. As for the Karen shaking, I think white women are going to have to take the lead on that one (I have no picture attached, but I'll say that I'm not one of them). I wish you luck.
Yes, I am horrified and ashamed of my cohort (cis straight white women). WTF is WRONG with you, my so-called people?
As a multi-racial woman who has been passing for white for the last handful of years (aging is weird...) I will be overjoyed to provide the smackdowns the Karens deserve. The clue-by-four is my favourite weapon.
Godspeed, Sis!
I am working on being kind to myself and finding joy in my life. As a form of self care, I have blocked contact from my Trump supporting relatives.
Me too
What a coincidence! That’s my plan as well. I woke up while it was still dark and noticed I could see tiny lights through the curtains. I looked through the window and saw the brightest stars I ever saw. “Yep!” I thought. “Still there…still faithful…not changing.” These are the things I will focus on.
I am always with you. Love is always the answer. Showing up with love.
Now THAT’s the way to be! I’m getting there, slowly. Yesterday was a slog. Today, better. I am avoiding dark crap and trying to create light instead. Results are mixed, but my course remains steady.
We’ve been pretty beat up, and we need to regroup and recharge. Once I’m sufficiently restored, GTFO my way.
I put it this way, “Fiddle-Dee-Don’t fuck with me. I’ve no more fucks to give.”
Perfect, Kim B!!!
Perfect, Kim!
Count me in! Once we feel reconnected to ourselves, our families, and our work, and can take pleasure in all the things we love, we can armor up for the fights ahead. Stay strong!