Skip to main content

Be Kind to One Another

I saw the most disgusting video circulating online.  It showcases women who hit men being punched back by men they hit.  No, I will not be linking.  I would rather chew my arm off than provide links to such repulsive material.  Basically, the video's statement is hiding behind the argument that if feminism is to exist, then, I don't know, some bullshit equality argument.

I think it's plain awful.  No one should hit anyone, man, woman, martian.  The biggest problem I have is about the idea of defending any type of physical altercation.  There are times when defense is necessary of one's self, yes, but damn.  An actual "movement" saying that if women wish to be treated the same and request standard rights given to those with male anatomy, then "take a hit like a man".  What. the. f***.

This all got me thinking:

Where/when in the world did we get so backwards in being kind?  Just be nice dammit; show love, provide laughter, and don't be a douchebag.  Work hard, look out for your fellow people, and don't blatantly insult people.

Now on the reverse, political correctness has everyone completely running in circles.  Cruelty, racism, and belligerence are rampant, yes.  People are doing terrible, awful things to one another and to entire groups of beings.  I don't know how to fix it and I don't have a perfect remedy because if I did I would shout it from the highest rooftop ever in attempt to stop the madness.

But what I do think:
-It's important to remember what other people think of you is none of your business
-Again, be kind, for everyone we meet is fighting some kind of battle

Life is meant to be enjoyed and I know oppression exists that prohibits this in many ways.  But what if simple changes in how we respond, how we react, how we treat one another, could be a recipe for happier existences?

When things get complicated, simplicity helps center things, and you know what, it is worth the attempt.  Something has to be done to alleviate the pain and suffering in the world and I'm all for doing what I know to help with that effort.  It might just be crazy enough to work.

Let's meet again,
M

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Self care reset

We all hear the buzzwords self care more than ever these days. Every where you turn, a lifestyle blogger, health guru, or magazine article shares insight on ways to treat yo self to some basic T.

While I love modern discussions as much as the next girl, I’m aware sometimes it just doesn’t fit and you have to reset what isn’t working. For example, some weeks I am just done by the tine Friday hits. Hell, a rough Wednesday or Thursday has crept in there, too, requiring a pause and reflection for how best to naturally beat a funk or a “feeling of less than stellar”.

Here my top self care reset ideas for your consideration:

Drink water: Warm it with some lemon, try some green tea for an antioxidant boost, or just plain old room temperature is a sure way to get the boost to feeling a bit better.

Face it: Fewer things feel as good as a really great face mask. I love charcoal in particular lately and always feel refreshed and restored and ready to ‘face’ another day. See what I did t…

Roni ate a crayon

The middle part. Perhaps like real food, is this the juiciest part? I don’t know why or what got into her but she not usually isn’t a newer or eater of non edible items. My girl is sophisticated; enjoys edamame with a little sea salt, broiled chicken, and sweet potato dog cookies, she’s not some gremlin with an anything goes pallet.

The number one thing that has changed with Roni since Pepper went to sleep would be her appetite. She eats, yes, but she’s veryyyyy particular. She won’t eat just to eat anymore. Like dogs do, she was always quick to scarf down food or treats because she worried Pepper would beat her to it. She be little but she is fierce when it comes to her grub.

                            Roni, girl!  You don't need to eat crayons! I'll meal prep for you, too!

Anyhow, we don’t love her new decision making abilities and would love it if she did not do such a mongrel thing to do. My little angel baby, love colorfully in a better way.

Simple blessings

I’m lying in bed, next to a snoring husband and my baby girl dogter sprawled out cozy as can be, while the rain falls down upon our roof. Gone are the days of spending a Saturday night downtown at a club, throwing beers back in a honky think, or galavanting around to anywhere with the lights on.

And I’m not mad about it. Not even a little bit. There is tilt no place I’d rather be than with hunter, Roni and our comfy sweet little home happily netflixing and writing this here post. It’s a good feeling indeed.

I count my blessings extra on nights like this and say a few additional prayers for love and comfort to continue on. I truly don’t ask for more than health, happiness, and love. Anything else is gravy.

To simple blessings for all.