Elizabeth Warren dropped out of the presidential race this week, and I am devastated. I didn’t get the honor of voting for her in the primary, but I am proud to say that I voted for her three times with my pocketbook. She was the best candidate. She had the best plans. Was she perfect? No, she’s as human as the rest of us, and nobody gets to be her age without having made some bad calls. But as is so typical in our patriarchal society, she took more shit for her minor missteps than her male counterparts took for their major ones. She had to work twice as hard and be twice as successful to get half as much attention. I am furious at everyone who refuses to acknowledge that sexism played a role in her defeat. I am also furious with the corporations and the media that deliberately tried to erase her for their own particular selfish and fucked-up reasons. America may go the safe route and elect Biden this time around, but we will not forget what was done to Warren and why. There will be a reckoning. Never underestimate the power of women’s slow-simmering rage.
One of my coworkers died this week. He was not sick as far as anyone knew, and no one was prepared for his sudden death by heart attack. When I saw his name as the subject of a departmental e-mail, I thought maybe he had quit, which would have been sad enough. But then I read the message, and I just kept saying, “No. No. No. Not possible.” Because he was the sort of guy who deserved to live to be a hundred. He was kind, friendly, funny, smart, and by all accounts, an amazing tuba player. I read the tributes to him on Facebook today, and they made me cry. Beloved by many, he will be sorely missed.
Coronavirus: because there’s not enough bad stuff going on in the world right now, we needed a pandemic to top it off. This virus has the potential to kill a lot of people, and though I am not panicking, only a fool wouldn’t be worried. And Donald Trump makes everything so much worse. I already knew he was stupid and inept, but as I watched the video of his visit to the CDC yesterday, and witnessed directly his inability to understand what he’s told, plus his heartless selfishness in the face of human suffering and death, I was horrified anew by his unfitness for office. How can it be that this incompetent, monstrous man is in charge of anything, let alone a battle of life and death? JFC.
So I’m in a bit of a state today: angry, sad, and scared. I know I am not alone. And I know that as much as I want to spend my day raging and/or curling up in bed, that’s not the healthiest way to proceed. So, after I finish this paragraph, I’m going to write down a list of things to do today. Then I’m going to busy myself with getting those things done.
And may next week be a better one.