I adore Mr T, but when he’s gone, I am going to enjoy being COMPLETELY ALONE EXCEPT FOR A BUNCH OF CATS

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I never wanted children. I thought I might, in college, but after I broke up with my (very sweet, kind) college boyfriend, I realized that children – and marriage – were impediments to what I wanted to do with my life.

I wanted adventure.

I wanted travel.

I wanted to read for hours without interruption.

I wanted to do what I wanted to do.

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When I was a kid, I didn’t see a lot of moms around me who seemed happy. Mothers of my mom’s generation – especially moms whose husbands were in the military and the moms were continually uprooted and separated from family and friends – did not seem happy.

Even now, when you can call your family in another country more than once a year and you don’t have to wait two weeks for a letter on onionskin paper to arrive, women who are married to men in the military can get frustrated.

A really good friend is a lawyer, but after she married her Navy pilot husband and they were sent overseas, her career disappeared.

She said that the overseas base PTA was run by super-competitive women who used to have important jobs and now, suddenly, they were outside of the US, not allowed to work, not allowed to do anything but make sandwiches, clean house, and run volunteer organizations.

“This is the only place in their lives where they have any power,” my friend noted dryly, “and it shows.”

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I had several marriage proposals before I finally married Mr T.

All I could think when these pre-Mr T boyfriends broached marriage was that I would be losing my freedom.

One boyfriend already had our entire life planned: We would have two children, to be named Grace and Stuart. We would plant a tree for each when they were born (which is actually very sweet). We would live in the town where he grew up, close to his parents (who were really nice people, so it wouldn’t have been like with Mr T’s parents, where I dreaded seeing them but still). Etc etc.

Another boyfriend just assumed I would move wherever for his career.

Another boyfriend didn’t even propose marriage – he just suggested that I quit my job and move to another state with him. That is, that I surrender all my financial security to depend on someone else without even having a contract in place.

No.

Thank.

You.

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I didn’t want marriage. I didn’t want children.

I like children.

I just don’t want any of my own.

As far as I can tell, they are a ton of work and moms never have time to do anything for themselves.

I always wanted to skip children and go straight to adult offspring. My friends’ adult children are awesome. I liked them when they were kids and I really like them now. One of the great joys of my life has been forming adult friendships with the children of my friends.

And I got my wish when I married Mr T. He came with two stepdaughters from his first marriage and they are wonderful. I love them so much. They have married wonderful men and they have produced amazing children themselves and I have Bonus Daughters and Bonus Sons in Law and Bonus Grandchildren.

I feel very lucky.

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I always wondered why a woman who is financially independent and doesn’t want children would marry.

When I met Mr T, I decided I wanted him in my life. I didn’t care if we were married, but it’s easier to be married than not if you share your finances so we got married, plus it pissed off his parents for him to marry me, which was a positive.

But when he’s dead, I’m not doing this again. I’m not getting used to living with someone new. I’m not arguing about who should clean the cat vomit this time. (Although if I’m alone, I guess I will clean the cat vomit 100% of the time instead of 100%- % that Mr T cleans it.) I’m not debating bedtimes. I’m not going to hike, which I do now because Mr T loves to hike and wants me to go with him.

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My friend Ruby is 101 years old. She married her husband after she completed grad school. He died a few years ago.

I asked her if she was lonely. (She still lives by herself in the adorable house she and her husband built together on the lake in Madison.)

She laughed.

“I had roommates in college,” she said. “I had roommates in grad school. Then I got married. I had never lived alone until now.”

I braced myself for her to admit extreme loneliness.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she said, “AND IT’S SO LIBERATING TO LIVE ALONE!”

I exhaled.

She continued. “I watch TV when I want to watch TV. I eat when I want to eat. I read when I want to read. I wash only my clothes and only have to clean up after myself.”

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Also. My mom had five marriage proposals, all from lovely men, in the first several years after my dad died.

She’s still single.

Enough. Said.

Well maybe a bear might punch someone who punched him first, but according to the National Park Service, “Stay calm and remember that most bears do not want to attack you”

I don’t know what happened before Jonathan Kaye, a white male New York City investment banker, punched a woman in the face and knocked her to the ground.

Who knows? Maybe there was a perfectly good reason for him to deck a woman in high heels who weighs 50 pounds less than him.

I, being nosy and human, of course want the full story, but what horrifies me even more than a grown man punching a smaller person who was apparently no threat to him is how many people – men, I suspect – reacted.

Twitter commenters offered lots of good reasons for a man to hit a woman.

He was acting in self defense. In response to her throwing a drink on him. In response to her throwing urine on him. In response to a taunt.

They noted that women apparently do not really want equality.

That the victim FAFOd.

That the victim was asking for it.

How will she know it’s wrong to assault men? Hopefully this resonates with her.

Nah fuck that bitch. They need a lesson in how men can fucking destroy them at the drop of a hat

That’s why women shouldn’t be morons. You don’t pick a fight with a man, unless you want to be knocked out.

I can think of a million scenarios where punching a woman is justified

So women only want equal rights when it benefits them?

Do something to someone and you deserve whatever reaction you get. Don’t want a reaction, don’t do anything.

He should’ve done worse

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I knew there were men who think women should just shut up and make them a sandwich. A recent Pew survey shows that Trump supporters (in red – Biden supporters in blue) are more likely than Biden supporters to think that women’s gains have come at the expense of men.

But I didn’t know there were so many bitter, angry, violent, and, frankly, pathetic, stupid men.

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I know a little bit about incel/women-hating culture. I have a relative – a young man – who is an Andrew Tate acolyte.

I know this not because I talk to this relative but because he posts his poison – that women shouldn’t have jobs, that women are whores (unless they sleep with him?), that women should just STFU – on twitter under his own name.

Which WTF how stupid can you be?

Or worse than stupid – he thinks his views are OK. That righteous people agree with him. That nobody of note considers his views abhorrent.

That’s why he’s comfortable posting under his own name.

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men are so desperate for any excuse to beat up women, it’s wild.

This is why we vote blue. It’s not perfect, but it’s not taking us into the dystopian world that the Tate worshippers want.

Why would anyone want to reduce suffering for our children and grandchildren?

My life was hard therefore your life must also be hard.

Is that the official creed of the conservatives these days?

Or, to quote Mr T’s father, who was furious when his grandchildren served themselves a reasonable amount of white meat from a 21-lb turkey at Thanksgiving: “When I was a child, I would never have served myself the white meat!”

He then screamed at them, accused their mother (not their father, who is his son) of being a Bad Mother, and stomped into his office to sulk.

The next year, he mentioned – out of nowhere – how he thought white meat was dry and had always preferred the dark meat.

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I suffered therefore everyone else must suffer.

A friend – Liz – wrote this and gave me permission to share, so I posted it on facebook.

Younger women have no idea how far back we can slide.

I remember being a military wife with 3 kids. I could not take a college class on base without my husband’s signature (or if he was deployed, the signature of the boss on base).

When I was going through a divorce in 1986, again, 3 kids, 16 years supporting my military spouse, 28 moves since high school, he stopped paying all bills, including the house with a mortgage using a VA loan.

We moved into a rental & I tried to get a consolidated loan to be able to pay off the bills. The bank said “sorry but you have no credit of your own”.

The bills ended up at the credit bureau. I paid off those bills ($14k) within a year and a half, moved into low income housing & went to college.

I met my “forever husband” and we married in 1988. We wanted to buy a home. The bank approved HIS credit & looked at me like I was a loser. Women had no power.

I was married to the first guy 16 years because we moved so much, no one would hire me. I could not support my kids until we moved to [place] & I finally was hired locally & could provide for my kids. So, the moral of the story is: protect women of the future. Vote BLUE!!!

I didn’t think anything about her story was objectionable (other than the social and legal forces making her life hard).

I didn’t think she was whining.

I didn’t think she was lazy, not working hard enough, not taking advantage of what was available.

She was stating facts.

Facts that are backed up with history and with my own experience.

I grew up on military bases, both in the US and overseas. It was almost impossible for wives to get jobs because employers knew they would move. Overseas, these women could not work off base because they were not citizens of the host country. They rarely could work on base because the civilian jobs were reserved either for civil service or for foreign nationals.

Facts like the law didn’t require financial institutions to give credit cards to women in their own names until 1974.

Facts like the law didn’t require financial institutions to make business loans to women – without male co-signers, etc – until 1988.

You know. Reality.

But another facebook friend, Brenda, a woman of about the same age as Liz, took great offense to the story.

Brenda wrote,

People will always find excuses for their lack of success. Working hard makes the accomplishment more rewarding. At 67 I can stay it was not who, but where, that made my success. Knowing where I didn’t want to be is what kept me moving forward.

Brenda also said she never had any problems getting a loan.

Brenda lived in a small town and knew everyone.

Nobody ever said a bank *couldn’t* make a loan to a woman.

It’s just there was no law keeping them from telling a woman “Nah.”

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I didn’t wear a seatbelt or a bike helmet when I was a kid so why should anyone now do that?

Teachers could spank children at school so why can’t they do that now?

We never had free lunch or breakfast at school so why should I help feed hungry children now?

Nobody prosecuted husbands for beating (or raping) their wives so why should we do that now?

Men grabbed my ass at work and told me they wouldn’t hire me because I was pregnant so why can’t they do that now?

I got pregnant when I was 15 and had to get married and have the baby so why shouldn’t that happen to girls now?

I suffered. Why can’t everyone else suffer?

There’s none so blind as they that won’t see

An acquaintance who lives in Wisconsin told me yesterday, “Plus there is no law that says you can’t abort a baby.”

And I don’t even know what to say to her.

She’s 67 years old.

She is very smart, very accomplished.

I thought she was well informed, but I guess not?

Oh.

And she’s a Trumper.

(What makes it even worse is that four years ago, she was not! She wrote about a mutual acquaintance, “No worry she has a mind of her own. I don’t think she is on the Trump Train.” How do you go from that to supporting that horrible man?)

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I keep thinking – naively, I guess – that when people say something that is clearly incorrect, giving them the correct information will change their minds.

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And yet, we have people like a college friend, who has been a lawyer for 40 years, say things like this about Trump’s conviction for money laundering:

Especially when engineered by a corrupt judicial system. I weep for our country. As an attorney and following it, I know what happened. I’ve dealt with judges like [sic]. The innocent are convicted and the guilty go free. Not one person on Epstein’s list has been indicted. There you go.

I don’t know about this friend, but I do know this type is the same person who is convinced that cops, prosecutors, and juries always get it right when it comes to minorities.

They will roll their eyes at the Innocence Project and at the findings about prosecutorial misconduct, most of which, at least in Texas, has been directed against Black and Hispanic people.

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I know other Trumpers who will deny reality. They are the people who demanded that George Floyd comply – as if lying on the ground with a knee on your neck isn’t complying.

But they never expect powerful white men to comply.

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I don’t even know what to say to the acquaintance who says abortion is legal.

It’s as if she told me black is white.

How do you convince someone like that?