Let's talk about Social Justice Warriors. I haven't had words for this before now, but I think my thoughts are baked enough so that the batter no longer sticks to the toothpick.
Quick! Let's play a word association game! What do you think of when you hear cis-gendered, gamergate, privilege, <noun> shaming, and victim blame?
If you're like me, concepts like minefield, Kobayashi Maru, or "not with a 10 foot pole" spring readily to mind. Ms. Ephemily has some strong opinions, but also tries to take "Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak up and remove all doubt" to heart. In the realm of the Social Justice Warrior, I am but an observer. Because, as the sage Sweet Brown said of the drama and backlash, "ain't nobody got time for that!".
Care to know why? Cue Encyclopedia Dramatica and their vitriolic categorization of the SJW.
February 24, 2015
February 22, 2015
Thursday night, I didn't notice the washer stop mid- cycle. To be fair, my kitchen is loud, especially when all of the appliances are running. And that night, I had the dishwasher, clothes washer, and dryer all going at the same time. One less source of noise had little consequence on the overall cacophony of domestic life. At first, I didn't realize that silence was a death knell. I thought it was another minor inconvenience. But, before we get too far down the rabbit hole, let me tell you the story of how I managed to stuff a house's worth of appliances into a 2 bedroom apartment.