Unedited
As I lay awake through four hours of fire alarms last night, I watched “Big Hero 6” (I love Baymax!) and got to thinking.
For me being an editor since I was 16, I am quite unedited.
Like, I polish up every piece of content that comes my way. I like to think I help the writers present their best selves to the world.
But when it has come to me, I’ve always just vomited out my thoughts, as I’ve had them.
Which, as I’ve said in these pages, has gotten me into trouble during meetings. It’s gotten me into trouble as recently as yesterday, as I just do me and ask forgiveness later.
But I also think about the stuff I just “don’t wanna” do. And the lengths I go to, to avoid it.
I truly will clean my house before I write performance reviews or work on a newsletter that goes out in my boss’ name.
I would rather clean up cat vomit than do my taxes or return a shitty online purchase.
And I have no ability to pretend otherwise.
Like, I think of how mom always said I needed to learn to flirt to catch a man. Or how HR directors have wanted me to maybe just not talk about my politics or whatever.
Then I have MAGA types coming to me with their MAGA shit. And I DO edit myself to some extent. Like that’s cute, did you want my actual opinion or is that y’alls thing, to remind us that you’re in power?
Like the whole Spencer Pratt thing.
The fact that I have to think about that weird ass crystal collecting former liberal reality star turned MAGA which got him an endorsement from the King of the Pedophiles.
The fact that this asshole was so mad that his (uninsured) house burned down so he had to force Heidi’s music on us (uh, no) and now he’s foisted HIMSELF on us with a mayoral campaign. For what, money?
Trust fund baby has been living just fine. But he’s using rivers of AI to create ads, whilst complaining there was no water to put out the fire at his house.
Like do you people even hear yourselves?
The only joy I take is that he campaigned in Beverly Hills and other places outside LA, and then all these maga morons show up to vote without knowing they can’t vote in LA.
Yet that stupid fucking party says it’s MY party that’s finding ways to vote illegally.
Bitch, if I COULD vote on behalf of my dead mother and myself in LA, I’d vote YET AGAIN for the overqualified black woman (Karen Bass) …
And not the narcissistic abusive ex-liberal who figured out that the world’s stupidest people will vote for him if he goes up against her.
This is why I’ve been in my “hermit year” for five years.
You really want my unedited opinions? I think I am doing a service to everyone by trying to keep them to myself over here.
And honestly while I have more peace when I am not sharing my unedited thoughts, fuck it — if I gotta hear all y’alls, maybe y’all should hear … really hear … mine too.
In any event, when I watched Handmaid’s Tale, I always identified with June’s mom. The one sent off to the nuclear waste pits to die for being mouthy.
Like, they’re going to crucify us for having — and stating — our opinion.
“What if I roll the stone away?
They’re gonna crucify me anyway”
It’s just wild that they’re all out there like oh liberals think we’re dumb … while they judge us for using logic and reason to come up with conclusions that run counter to theirs.
Anyway, I should probably edit this or myself a lot more, I guess. I just figure we only get so many years on this planet. We follow laws and rules and obey signs. We spend our days working when we should be out in the sun but can’t afford to do that.
So let us have our thoughts and the way we want to express them. It’s literally the only thing that’s ours.
God knows our healthcare choices aren’t ours, nor access to said healthcare in many cases, thanks to reality stars-turned-politicians going back to Republican Jesus Ronnie.
I’d rather do my taxes than see sucky Spencer’s AI videos to prove I’m open-minded to someone who will crucify me anyway for being a “libturd.”