It’s 5:30 Sunday morning, and I’ve fallen in love. With a word. I couldn’t stop looking up definitions. After reading an article from my favorite gossip rag, The Daily Mail, about Blake Lively and Justin Baldoni, I became obsessed. I mentioned yesterday, I first saw him talking on television and immediately thought, He’s going to be a major star.” Largely because he has a Scorpio Moon and they are “relentlessly sexy.” Please quote me on that. It’s not as good as “effortlessly rude” though! I was quietly screaming and wishing I had been the one to say that.
I remember when I first thought about my new favorite word. It was Facebook and an old, old friend of mine was speaking in a way that was offensive. I normally adhere to the formula of not getting in fights on FB and sticking to telling everyone they are wonderful. Mainly, because I like that for myself. But I couldn’t not say something. She was so triggering my sensibilities. I didn’t know what to call it. But I knew I hated it. And she’s Sadge, like me, a seeker of truth. And here she was being awful in a way I didn’t have words for. This from a woman my ex-boss called the Winner of the Ugly Olympics. I’m just going to stop there.
But now I know the word/concept, and it’s fire! Performative. Justin Baldoni was described by someone on the set of It Ends With Us as a performative feminist. He wrote a book called Man Enough: Undefining Masculinity. OMG!!! Pick me up off the floor. This is just way too funny! Even better than Elon Musk’s woke mind virus referring to his trans daughter. And speaking of performative, LGBTQ — people are coming for you as we are all becoming more aware of this highly questionable and socially unacceptable trend of which you are the poster children — marauding around like you have the sorcery to change XY chromosomes into XX and vice versa…
I haven’t mentioned that I was in the trans community for twenty years. My ex-boss identifies as trans although I think he’s a cross dresser. And my long-time ex-best friend is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in person — formerly male. Ex only because she was getting more and more bi-polar, and it was becoming unpleasant to talk to her. I still love her forever. So I do know of what I am speaking.
Some of the definitions of performative are:
To do something deliberately, flamboyantly and melodramatically in a social setting solely for the attention it will garner you: LGBTQ, Black Lives Matter
Being offended on behalf of someone else often through identity politics: he/she/they, Kamala is she Black or Indian?
Being enraged about unintentional, out of context or irrelevant things for attention: tearing down statues, Aunt Jemima taken off pancake mix boxes
Using social issues and superficial causes for self-promotion and appearances sake: Blake and Justin, the Dixie Chicks becoming The Chicks
Besides Justin Baldoni thinking he can speak for all of masculinity and Blake thinking she is a super-star fashion stylist, there are some serious repercussions of the woke mind: White people adopting black children, mostly white people encouraging their children to be trans, all organized-religion zealots, some lesbians (I find this to be much more prevalent with gay woman than gay men), Andrew Tate, a self-proclaimed misogynist and his ilk, the vaxxers, our entire government — actually all entities that are telling you what to do with the supreme confidence that they are right and you are not — except, of course, me telling you to rid your life of all that is toxic but most importantly not actually doing it myself. Okay, me too.
Here is my father’s favorite poem:
No better time than now…
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My father’s favorite poem too. He typed it out when I was very young, laminated and then framed it and put it in my bedroom. It later resided in my son’s bedroom as he grew up. It’s now in my study, the paper yellowed and the print badly faded, but the words and the gift just as precious. It was a balm to the heart to see it here today. Thanks!