I crack myself up the way I switch from not paying attention and talking all class in Portfolio Prep to being all srs bsns in Practical Application.
sidenote: running my first event tonight, i think i might puke.
[trigger warning - child abuse, rape] I feel no sympathy for Joe Paterno. I feel nothing for him at all. He died at 85 years old, and for the majority of his life he was at the top of the world- a hero, a saint, an icon. A rich and powerful man, in a position of power at a rich and powerful institution, that just so happened to allow countless children to be brutalized in order to maintain it’s precious reputation and the money and power that went along with it. And he was complicit in that, no matter how much pretzel logic you use to try to excuse it away. At the very least, he was a moral coward, at worst he was a knowing enabler of the torture of children. Maybe he did have regrets, and maybe he was genuinely remorseful, but whatever personal hell he dealt with in his final months doesn’t even come close to what the children who were victimized experienced, and they are still living with it every day.
But I’m one of the lucky ones. I am unlike the millions of kids who never escape from the cycle of psychological torture and self inflicted violence- the kids and adult survivors who kill themselves, either directly or indirectly. The ones who never make it out ok.
And when they die, they don’t get photo layouts, or tributes. They are faceless. They are nameless. They are forgotten.
If you are going to grieve for anyone, grieve for them. Not Joe Paterno.” —
This excellent, excellent article here. Heavy trigger warnings for deep survivor shit. But so good.
Read this, JoePa fans. Read every word. Then read it again. Memorize it. Every time you’re tempted to jump to Joe Paterno’s defense against a survivor, remind yourself of this article. Form a pavlovian response so that you do this automatically.
Proceed to never, ever say a word about Joe Paterno again.
Fuck jo pa.
one of those days where you hold it all in just to have a complete breakdown as soon as you get in bed.
is there a reason people think i dont have feelings? im tired of being talked to like im worthless. as sarcastic and snarky as i can be, i still try really hard to be nice when the situation calls for it. i listen when my friends need to talk, i try to offer advice or cheer them up. today i reached my breaking point. i honestly cannot handle being treated like this any more.
maybe it is me. maybe something is wrong with me.