You Know What? Don’t.

“We haven’t had time to talk about the world going ‘Handmaid’s Tale…'”

It’s a perfect summer Saturday night on the steps of the Cleveland Museum of Art. It’s been two years since the last Summer Solstice — one of those “must attend” events for the city’s bourgeois and bourgeois-adjacent — and when I see all the “Solstice was amazing!!!” photos Sunday morning, I will frown in confusion because the party I attended was pretty, but pretty forgettable.

I don’t want to talk about this here. To be honest, I don’t want to talk about it at all. But this is a thing my BFF and I do. It’s what happens when a bond is forged in four years of Mass Media Communications courses. Sharpening our mental blades with each other is a love language.

When it comes to the fall of Roe vs. Wade, however, I don’t have words other than “I told you so.” Americans has OD’d on the mythological 4th quarter Hail Mary. Presidential elections have consequences that can’t always be undone in the next 2-4 years. The 2000 and 2016 elections will echo through history.

Part of it, if I’m transparent, is my memory of our 2017 conversations, when I — the more liberal of the two of us — freaked out about the damage a conservative supermajority on the Court could do. I told her they’d plunge us back into the 1950s.

She thought I was overreacting.

I got my tubes removed because I knew I wasn’t.

The other part, though? Is that I’m tired of hot takes. Mine. Everyone’s. We are a nation of pundits, amateur strategists, and not enough citizens, as any statewide or local election will tell you.

So I don’t care to Monday Morning Quarterback the current administration as an intellectual exercise. I don’t even care to scream into the void.

I’m donating to a local abortion fund and keeping my eyes on the coming statewide elections this fall.

Other than that, I’m girding my loins. Shit only gets darker from here.

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a girl named rob

I used to be "skinny black girl." I'm now a slender woman on the other side of 35 with no new moniker who is not quite interested in writing under her given name. Still writing my life, a day (or some months) at a time. Also, still black.

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