I swear, once you have a good week, the next one is hell.
EC had a wonderful birthday party. She was surrounded by friends and family and had a lot of fun. She had her friend sleep over. I use that word so loosely. They fought half the night and then A woke up at 3am wanting to go home. And because I’m evil, I had Shawn do it.
We woke up on Fathers Day and decided to go to the beach. There’s this little place in York, Maine right near the Hartley Mason Reserve that has a small inlet with lots of waves, and some really beautiful scenery.
The next morning the kids were bonkers. Completely out of this world out of it. They were crying, fighting, whining, smiling, laughing, running. Basically if there was an emotion, they felt it…. time ten.
Tuesday we went through this whole ordeal where my car stopped working for literally no reason. It was checked out (after a $75 dollar tow for it to go literally 100 yards) and it was deemed in perfect health. I’m really trying to count my blessings on this one because one, it could have been cataclysmic, and two, i found a mechanic who is obviously super honest. He could have said anything was wrong with my car. Anything. “Oh sorry, your oogedty-boogety was broken. That’ll be $300 bucks.” I would have nodded and been like “Okay, thanks for fixing that!”
I’m a pretty hardcore feminist. I follow feminist pages, I tell people when they are being sexist jerks, I (most importantly) believe in the rights of WOC and transgender women. So sometimes, I mouth off to people. One guy decided that he was going to snoop on my Facebook, find a picture of EC playing in a pool and report it as porn. My child. This was so upsetting to me. EC is gleefully playing in a pool wearing underpants. She’s shirtless yes, but so are literally millions of pictures of little boys running around in the summer.
I reposted the picture, told Facebook to suck an egg, and got this message.
So, thank you Thomas Gunn, for reminding me why I’m such a feminist. Your masculinity was so goddamned fragile that you snooped on my Facebook, found the first thing you could use, and reported it. Thank you for reminding me that creepy assholes like you exist, and my page needs to be further locked down to make sure you cannot come at me. I’ve since changed my last name on Facebook because it really is too uncommon. I worry about telling the wrong person why his patriarchy is a pile of shit and finding me. It’s not unheard of. People are doxxed and stalked and attacked. Thanks, Thomas, you fueled my fire. The fire of change will consume and smother assholes like you.