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I Have No Words

Just when I start to believe misogyny has reached a plateau, I discover something that takes my breath away.

Texans who boast about our state being the best spout a patriarchal point of view. It is a bald-faced lie. Best perhaps if you are male, but if you are a woman, it is far from best.

I believed the so-called bathroom bill represented the worst of our elected officials. I wanted to believe its failure signaled change.


I hoped legislation that positions Texas solidly on the path to a dystopian state was over. I was wrong. Julia Jacobs posted this story in the NY Times.

Failed Texas Bill Would Have Made Death Penalty Possible in Abortion Cases

I have no words to describe the inner workings of a mind that could conceive of proposing the death penalty for women under these circumstances.

Like many of my friends, I have tried to practice tolerance for those whose beliefs differ from my own. Falling short on tolerance; establishing boundaries and limiting exposure has served me well.

Out of words to those whose views differ so vastly from my own, I am borrowing John Pavolitz, Giving Thanks for the Bridges I have Burned.

When John wrote this in 2017 , I wonder if he had any idea that two years later, the conditions that inspired him would escalate.

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Tolerance and Diversity Alive and Well at the Supermarket

Home or curbside delivery of groceries has a dark side to it. This service separates us from the one place where commonality unites us and tolerance and acceptance co-exist; the supermarket.

Our neighborhood supermarket is not a small bodega, but part of a large chain. A mini united nations, hijabs, turbans, and saris mix freely with saggers, soccer mom’s activewear, high fashion stilettos, business attire and retired folks sweats.

I’ve been tapped on the shoulder more than once by a shopper who speaks limited English wanting to know where an item is.

The other day, I asked a tall black man if he would grab the horseradish off the top shelf for me. He asked which heat level I wanted and when I replied, “extra hot”, His mom dressed in her African kaftan, clasped her hands to her chin and smiled her approval. I didn’t know if she smiled because she approved of my choice, or because we are both short.

I wandered over to the olive oil section and as I read the ingredients listed on my selection, this very handsome young man sidled over to me and said, “you might as well cook with lighter fluid.” Thoughts of who I could hook him up with raced around in my brain until he introduced his partner, another handsome young man. While giving me a brief rundown on a cooking class they were taking, I wondered, how did they know I was approachable. I am in that demographic group that if one believes pollsters, is intolerant of just about everything.

I concluded it must be the white hair, code for “grandma” everywhere, as babies from all ethnicities wave and smile at me from their mother’s shopping cart.

Not everyone is as tolerant of older people as babies are.

Often, portrayed as stodgy, not with it; comparable to the “use by date” yogurt taking up space in the fridge.  I observed an older couple as they pushed their shopping cart to the exit of the store. Walking side by side, the woman reached over and gave the man a little pinch on his hinny. So much for stodgy; I’m guessing putting their purchases away first when they arrived back home was not a priority.

I’ve seen every ethnicity, combination of diversity and age group at our supermarket interact without any hint of controversy or discord.

It occurred to me the reason why may be because the one thing I have never seen there is a big, red, ugly MAGA cap.

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