It's not burning-crosses-in-the-front-yard/throwing-rocks-through-the-windows style overt hostility and discrimination, but when anybody questions the rationale behind a matter of straight white male privilege I can pretty much start a countdown to the appearance of someone who (1) feels threatened by attention being focused on a problem or inequity that he's not on the losing end of, and (2) wishes everyone would just stop talking about it.
I think this is right on, but I also agree that the kind of people arguing you on this will see the mention of privilege and either misunderstand as noted or get even more het up. (Heh. Het up.)
Relatedly but hopefully not deraily: This is way less of a thing that the situation Matt's grappling with, and feels a little silly, but I am finding myself increasingly irked by the lack of female zombies in Plants v. Zombies.
I woke up at 1:30 because K fell out of bed, despite the bed rail that is supposed to stop these things from happening. Despite having lived with her for two years, I'm still surprised how she manages to defeat any and all safety measures we might attempt.
I remember falling out of bed on a fairly regular basis when I was older than K and I'm ... well, never mind that. I survived.
Wait, she's in a bed already?!
(I am assuming she's okay)
BUBBLE WRAP AND DUCT TAPE
I'm pretty sure a couple or three good solid headbumps are required for proper human growth and development. Else wouldn't we all have died out long ago to be replaced by some more graceful species?
she's in a bed already?!
I caught her perched on the rail of her crib a few weeks ago, and the fall to the floor from a toddler bed is not as far as from the top rail of the crib. So it was either switch the sleeping arrangement, or convince her to wear her bicycle helmet to bed.
Oh, a toddler bed! I forgot about those.
Yeah, climbing out of the crib is only for Xtreme Toddlers.
I think I've told this story here, but my niece, starting at 18 months, would climb up the doors in their house using the molding at the sides to shimmy all the way to the top, where she would hang until rescued. She would do this at 3 a.m., sometimes.
I caught her perched on the rail of her crib a few weeks ago, and the fall to the floor from a toddler bed is not as far as from the top rail of the crib. So it was either switch the sleeping arrangement, or convince her to wear her bicycle helmet to bed.
This was how HKF earned her toddler bed badge too. Exactly. Also a slot in the local gymnastics class after I came to pick her up at school and saw her standing on one foot on top of the top bar of the very rickety metal climber on the playground.
