Barons of Suburbia take another piece of my good graces
I'm in my war you're in yours
Do we fight for peace as they take another piece of us.
That ole patriarchy. So much nausea. From Bill O’Reilly being “mad at God” about his own narcissism, to our president who epitomizes the same funhouse mirrors of egomaniacal projection, from the Catholic Church’s complicity in hiding sexual predators to the recent wave of sexual harassment uncovering. So much nausea.
My mom did not raise me as THAT kind of male. From Halliburton-esque military contracts and $1 million toilets to the feeble, mentally ill males killing innocents with rifles, when will we confront our nation’s true epidemic: toxic masculinity. When? So much nausea.
What is toxic masculinity? Is it the braggadocio machismo bravado braggart stereotype of Big Trucks and Napoleon complexes of boy-men with inferiority complexes? Or do we need to see below our stereotypes? Maybe we’ll ignore the pandemic of father absence and once more blame the mothers? Nausea.
Just yesterday: https://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2017/10/what-if-women-had-the-power/543135/
First thought: YES. Second thought: FINALLY. Third thought: Who will read this? Fourth thought: Which MEN will read this?
Tori Amos’ song ends…
I am piecing a potion
To combat your poison
She is risen
She is risen
I said she is risen
If these lyrics bother you – find a therapist. If you get angry by this post – time to pray or meditate. We see through your adolescence and it’s your turn on the boat, this nausea is no longer welcome here…
One final word. Anger is always a surface emotion, there is always loss or a deeper hurt needing recognition.
“I hold my face in my two hands
No, I am not crying.
I hold my face in my two hands
To keep my loneliness warm –
Two hands protecting
Two hands nourishing,
Two hands preventing
My soul from leaving me