No one can hold me accountable for my power. I must impose self-regulation or become saturated in the power that I have grown into.
I recently read an article about crying that brought to light an old point I’d cooked up. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to reframe feminine traits that the patriarchy has vilified. The subtle inculcations of at a male-based society can seem quite benign at first, then dastardly pernicious.
It seems like my life is constantly in a state of stressful flux. I like to say that my coping mechanisms can’t keep up with the new situations in my life, and I have a lot of coping mechanisms.
That cell phones can arrest the spread of stories that have stood for millennia is rather galling, and for geomythologists it could mean the irretrievable loss of vital information.
I am an Austin resident who often listens to your news program for the latest information on local events. I was startled to hear about the continuing flooding in Houston, our nearby neighbors, but was even more shocked to hear no correlation between the “historic floods” and global climate change.
This may just be me, but I think the Europeans have it right when it comes to cemeteries. I’m generally against the whole, “taking up valuable land for dead people” idea, but I live my life pretty non-judgementally, and burial rites are one of the first pillars of civilization, so I guess I can’t really knock it too hard.
The more tongue-tied Mrs Palin seemed, the more intently her supporters backed her. The more the media mocked her, the more her fan base exulted. Mr Trump has elevated that approach into an art form. In an age when knowledge is a mark of elitism, ignorance is power. It is also great marketing.
Early this morning, I made a comment about a politician on the TV in the communal kitchen at my work place. The comment was nothing political and was (mostly) just a passing comment. One of my smart, middle-aged coworkers immediately responded to me, “Oh, I don’t watch the news. Every time I turn on the news it just makes me angry. I have better things to do with my time.”
She is completely correct in her assessment of the news. While this is understandable, the fact that it is so easy to relate to suggests that the news media has lost legitimacy in our eyes, among other things.
So I wanted to know, what happens when you engage with the news media? What emotions surface?
I‘ve been reading a lot about why millennials resist advertising, and how different generations have responded to it. If advertising doesn’t work on our generation, then it must have worked on previous generations. There has to be a bar worth comparing us to.
Did you know Amherst College was named after the man who first concocted the idea to distribute smallpox infested blankets to the Native Americans? Just some food for thought.
Could it not be contrived to send the small pox among the disaffected tribes of Indians? We must on this occasion use every stratagem in our power to reduce them. – Jeffery Amherst