Most days, it feels lousy — loud, rancorous, painful. Thanks to Time Magazine’s choice for Person Of The Year, it feels like victory.
The boil known as ‘rape culture’ is being lanced. It’s a painful process that is gaining momentum by the hour. Protective gear is required. My protection for when it gets to be too much: the shared experience of millions of women, all over the world, who are stepping forward and raising our collective voices against this inequity and injustice.
As awful as it is, the light of day is better.
Many days I am simply disgusted with the human race, especially with men who can’t keep their hands to themselves. Ironic to have experienced predatory behavior as a child and adult, struggled to recover, and now can’t get away from it. It’s everywhere.
We have a president who is doing everything he can to demolish the hard-won social and environment progress of the recent past.
Often, it feels like the only sensible course of action is to unplug. A cave in the wilderness sounds charming — preferably one with large, flat walls on which to scribble and sketch. That, of course, is not a viable option.
I’m not alone in experiencing waves of frustration and rage at our current sickening reality — from the madman in office to predators in positions of power who believe it is their right to abuse women. We need a cleansing tidal wave to set things right and this feels like the beginning.
I look forward to the day when men, young and old, fully realize that objectifying women — in any way — is the opposite of funny or cute or their right as males. I look forward to the day when more sons are raised to understand this, and our daughters are raised to speak up and fight back.
And, if I hear one #NotAllMen after posting this, I will have no choice but to add another confused soul to the compost heap of the willfully ignorant.
One final thought:
Sexual misconduct is not a partisan issue. Let’s dump the false narrative and look at it for what it is … a culture of male dominance, with varying degrees of transgression. I applaud the few who take responsibility for their actions. I applaud louder when they are called out and reap the consequences of their actions.
Justice is sweet, indeed.
When we see, in the true sense, we realize that little is actually how it appears at first glance.
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
TIME’S Editor-In-Chief: Why The Silence Breakers Are The Person Of The Year