I am always aware of my privilege, but usually that awareness is not accompanied by guilt. Since November 8th, a low-level guilt hangs over me all the time. I’m sending money to groups and candidates I believe in. I’m adding my name to countless petitions. I’m reading, somewhat obsessively, to understand WHAT HAPPENED. But I’m also vacationing, seeing beautiful sites and eating delicious meals and reading novels. I am enjoying myself. How is that okay? But, on the other hand, how is that not okay?
I know I’m not alone here. We’re all struggling to understand and adjust and resist. I don’t really want to talk about it, but I can’t stop thinking about it.
Thanking the goddess for a grandchild, the opportunity to do a few worthwhile things, and a healthy sourdough starter…
Calvin: There’s no problem so awful, that you can’t add some guilt to it and are it even worse. Bill Waterson, The Complete Calvin and Hobbes