Steph, I usually make it a practice not to do so on Twitter (and more often than not, including this time) the person I want to argue with has only had his account for a year or so (and certainly could be a Russian troll).
I think it was my pedantic nature that caught me up, because he was blathering about "innocent until proven guilty," then he tried some what-aboutism.
Ugh. While the Kavanaugh nomination could matter for the rest of my life, this conversation with this stranger won't matter in five days, never mind five years.
Where have you been struggling with it, Tep, Facebook?
Where have you been struggling with it, Tep, Facebook?
Yeah, on friends' posts about it, where their other friends (who I don't know) make ignorant comments and I try to not have an aneurysm OR start arguing with them. My blood pressure is probably sky high.
This latest thing with the yearbook is just hitting SO MANY of my triggers. High school sucked. I thought I'd at least somewhat put it behind me. I guess not.
This latest thing with the yearbook is just hitting SO MANY of my triggers.
OMG yes.
I know the Ford story is awful. And the Ramirez story is awful in a different way. But the business about all the "jokes" about poor Renate?! Holy shit I want to BURN IT ALL DOWN.
This is fucking intolerable.
And I got into it on Twitter with some asshole who was all "how can you ruin someone's life based on weak allegations". I pointed out that a lifetime appointment to the federal judiciary is hardly a life ruined, and Kavanaugh didn't have to accept Trump's nomination.
I know that there's stuff about me that got past the yearbook censors my senior year. I've deliberately never read most of the stuff in that yearbook. I read what my friends wrote, and I read the stuff written about the dorky academic clubs that I was in, and that's it.
"innocent until proven guilty"
I usually say, "Do you lead off with that in job interviews?"
"Innocent until proven guilty."
"You know you're supposed to say, "perfectionism" or something like that when the interviewer asks you what your worst quality is, right?"
The weird thing for me is sort of bonding with a bunch of other former DC-area private school women on Twitter, as if those girls didn't make my life miserable for the 4 years I was there. But I went to Holton-Arms (same school as Dr Ford) so I'm in the in-crowd now, I guess.
Holy shirt I want to BURN IT ALL DOWN.
Yesterday I actually had a bonfire and sat outside reading fiction by the fire. While all the while thinking Burn It All Down. It was soothing.
But I went to Holton-Arms (same school as Dr Ford) so I'm in the in-crowd now, I guess.
DH and I had the public vs private school debate, as I suspect most parents do. I went to private and he public. His arguments won and I agreed to public schools for the boys. As fraught as all high school experiences may be, the stories I hear out of the private ones really are worse.
