You may have noticed a few internet memes, as of late, in which people seem to be comparing presidents, politicians, and social circumstances from the 19th century to those of today. The memes point out the worst that happened in prior years as if to suggest that the world lived through it all once and can live through it again. Or they argue that there is nothing new under the sun, and we should all just accept Trump’s administration as a conglomeration of things come before.
And I’ve really just about had it.
Making comparisons to the 19th century as a way of assuaging fear is a truly ridiculous coping mechanism. Truly. Because the 19th century was, by and large, rather terrible.
Besides, we are supposed to be moving forward, folks, not pointing to the past for a sense of misplaced consolation.
Anyway, I started a whole rant about it, and then I deleted it because it really does no good to throw further vitriol out there, and also my host’s blood pressure, and then I went on a hunt for something to cheer me. And I found this…
Good god, would you look at Millie Bobby Brown. She is a fierce baby queen. Her sneer could carve a man like a turkey.
If she decided to form a government of one and rule by sheer force of feminist potential the entire world would put on tuxedo pants and glitter shirts and march to the beat of her weird, lovely drum.
She is already so sick of everyone’s shit.
I know, because I’ve seen the same look on my daughter’s face. That is the look of boredom with the status quo. It is unapologetic ownership of personal successes and steel determination. And it is not to be trifled with.
Young women are not to be trifled with.
Here’s to baby queens who refuse to put up with bullshit that belongs in the 19th century.