I am. And that is the big point of this blog.
I am so tired of trying to explain my point of view, explain concepts of feminism or racism or intersectionality or GLBTQ rights or fatphobia or WHATEVER to total n00bs. That is not my gift. I have never been one of those people who can sit down with someone and hold their hand through unpacking privilege and what have you.
For years, I have been the friend that my friends turn to when they’re mad. When their (ex)boyfriend does something completely off the wall. When an abusive family tries to get themselves back in the picture. When a friend says something absolutely unspeakable. During the time that they go through the ‘anger’ stage, they come to me because I am always angry right with them and my anger is like some kind of catharsis for them. Or something? As I understand it, anyway. I’ve also been told that the shit I say when I’m mad is so ridiculous they have to laugh, not at me, but just at the general thing I’m saying, and it makes them feel better.
I like this quality of mine. So why not use it to make a blog?
I’m not here to explain things. I know so many people who would do such a better job at it and they are on my blogroll and their own blogrolls etc. I think being part of an oppressed group is partly a constant bereavement process — grieving the experiences you’ve had, the rights you do not have, the abuse you endure. And I’m here for when you are in the anger stage and need someone to be mad right with you.
Because I am. And I am indeed the classiest lady you will ever know and so many classy things will fly out of my mouth when I’m angry your pinky will be up in the air in no time, don’t worry.
