interlude: a short rant
So many of my soash-meed feeds have turned into what seems like an endless parade of tone-deaf white privilege and Karenesque-levels of whinery over trivial woes¹ that my eyeballs have actually sprained themselves from over-rolling.
I mean, I get that we are all going to make the occasional joke about some perceived hardship that we are enduring, but when it’s all the damn time, I just can’t deal. My income has been slashed in half. I have so many friends that have no jobs and have been trying for weeks to get into their state’s overwhelmed benefits systems with no luck. I just wish some folks would reflect a wee bit before they click the Post button for their third screed of the day about how they “can’t get in touch with a repair man to come fix the brick pizza oven on the back patio and on top of that only three of the four kids have a Nintendo Switch and Target won’t have stock again until Wednesday and can’t you understand how hard this is for meeeeeee.”
Okay, back to the nerdery.
[ ¹ - “OMG I only have like three bottles of Veuve Clicquot left in the fridge and with my Zoom book club meeting tonite there is no way I’m going to get to the store until tomorrow morning. These are the WORST TIMES.” ]