Hi. I changed my mind about the post this morning. I was going to write about grown up homework, but after the last few days of garbage around the world, I’m not feeling it.
Yesterday was the anniversary of the shooting in Tucson that killed six, wounded many more, and targeted US Representative Gabrielle Giffords. It happened in my old neighborhood. One of my best friends was getting his haircut in the shopping center when the shooting took place, and one of my mom’s friends was shot. It hit pretty fucking close to home. I think about it every year, and Gabby is a badass for doing as well as she has since the shooting, as are the doctors who made sure she made it through.
This week in France, artists and editors at Charie Hebdo were killed over cartoons. I don’t know what to do about this except for care. There is nothing world-changing that I can write on our lovely little blog, but thinking about it and feeling the anger, sadness and frustration that comes with it feels like the best I can do from my corner.
In case you live under a very large rock at the bottom of the ocean, here is more information on what happened in Paris. And here are the cartoons that a few shitty terrorists thought were worth killing over.
The amount of emotions that I have, relating to this event and what happened in Tucson four years ago, are immeasurable and persistent, but for me, its important to feel them. This isn’t a political blog, or a social commentary blog, but it is a blog written by two women who really, truly, and deeply give a shit.
There is a song by Feist that came out around 2009, called “Feel it all.” I am feeling it all today. The song is not about world events, it’s about love and stuff, but it works for my brain right now. Besides, she sort of mumbles through the lyrics, so I make up my own words.
I know that this post won’t make anything better, but talking about sucky things is important for me to do. This isn’t as articulate as the subject deserves, but that is what the BBC is for.
“I know more than I knew before, I’ll be the one who breaks my heart.” -Feist