One of my longtime readers recently pointed out that I have neither written nor posted since March of 2017. Needless to say, I was a bit taken aback by that observation. I mean, I used to write and post nearly every single day. I had something to say, and I relished in the thought of writing about all of those things that popped into my oversized head. So, what happened?
I have no idea.
I had no “screw this” epiphanies. I made no conscious decision to stop writing.
So… I thought about it.
I think a large part of the thing is that I am no longer a part of our culture, so I’m pretty much unqualified to comment on our modern culture. I haven’t watched television since about 1980. I glanced at the Top 40 music lists for the past year… not a clue. I haven’t been immersed in Harry Potter for the past sixteen years.
Just as an aside… If you really want to piss-off a Millennial, just say something like, “Oh, Harry Potter? He’s the boy who has adventures with a Jedi Knight named Gandalf, right?” They react like someone just gave ‘em a wedgie. I mean, they are seriously angry. And rightly so, I think. But then again, this is just one of the perks of being a doddering old man. You can get away with shit like that.
Then there was the Presidential election of 2016. Yes, I’m one of those people. Every morning, I sit down in front of the computer to read the news, and the first thing I see is, “Yes, he’s still the President.” That is monstrously depressing. Trump takes all of the air out of the room. Everyone and their brother wants to climb onboard to take their shots at Trump, and every wannabe celebrity pundit or expert wants to chime in about how incredibly unqualified this man is to hold any public office. So I give it my best shot to not write about Trump. And the honest truth is, is that all I want to write about is this horrible man. So… I oftentimes simply don’t write.
I live in rural Texas….
Don’t get me wrong… I like Texas. It’s everything that California isn’t, and that’s a great thing. We’ve made a lot of friends out here in Texas, and I genuinely do not want my somewhat odd sense of humor to damage those friendships. But bein’ as the Christian Church and the Republican party have a stranglehold on all aspects of life out here in Texas, it makes it hard to write about his place without offending folks that you don’t want to offend. That’s called “Texas Polite”.
It’s that Feminism Thing….
There was a time when I studied and wrote about feminism. The women of this world have been getting the short end of the stick forever, and I’m one of them folks who think that a lot of men are only going to realize their own culpability in this situation when they get whacked on the head by a good ash baseball bat. And I think that there are a lot of women who could use a couple of whacks too. Women are still treated like property, but an entire generation of women have accepted and rationalized their commodification with a single word… “Empowerment”.
I just don’t buy that, and I’m not going to argue the point. All this coming from a heterosexual cisgender male. Or as we used to say… “Man”. Sooooo…. I no longer write about feminism. It’s just too tiresome.
I’m going to endeavor to write more often. It’s what writers do. We’ll see.
Have a day.
primum vivere, deinde philosophari.