Huh, and there it is, my wit’s end
They brought me out my mind
You know I’m caught beside myself
Pissed off and shit outta luck
–Anderson .Paak, “Yada Yada”
On one hand I should be celebrating. I don’t think I’ve ever posted 26 weeks in a row on any blog I’ve ever maintained. It’s a personal milestone, really — not necessarily about the blogging, but rather proof to myself that I can maintain a weekly discipline of something not dayjob-related, and stick with it while accepting inevitably varying levels of quality.
On the other hand, what a fucking week it’s been in the SFF world…
I don't know why it's taken me so long to realize that a truism from my dayjob applies 100% to the SFF field:
You never really know what your co-workers are doing off-hours.
— Don Pizarro (@DonP) June 27, 2020
It looks like a lot of folks — me included — got snagged, like it or not, somewhere in this event horizon of…
- Believing all victims enough to take their claims seriously and not dismissing them out of hand, taking a position, and using their platform to support it.
- Acknowledging power differentials and that sometimes people in power claim victimization as a reversal tactic.
- And yet — see point #1
- And for good measure, throwing in a dash of knowing got’damned well that this sort of event horizon looks a fucking hell of a lot different when POC are involved.
- To say nothing if you’re one of the “lucky” ones who have literally been at in the same room/same con/same table/same workshop as some of these folks…
I’m only today back in a mental space where I can discuss other equally important stuff (pandemic and the accompanying fascist neo-reactionary wave, anyone?) and some random stuff on the social medias, but this latest round still burns a hole in my mind, leaving me caught beside myself, pissed off, and shit outta luck.
So I think this is all I’ve got this week, aside from a pic of my smol furry daughter Mazikeen looking exactly how I feel.