Wherein I read things, laugh, and pass them on to you…
On Keeping On Keeping On, Part One:
This, then, is for the people who frequently ask me how to navigate it, how to keep going. And the answer is: I don’t know. I don’t know what’s best for you, in terms of processing this shit.
But I do know is that recognizing it as projection, seeing it for the pitiable flails of desperate men that it is, is important.
All of their furious bravado, and the genuine threats, are meant to terrify me, of course, but I am not the one who is terrified. The men who misrepresent my life in order to justify harassing me know, in some deep down place, that they are wrong. They know that my fat, disabled, feminist self is, in truth, everything that the Patriarchy tells them men are supposed to be: They know that I am strong, that I am tough, that I am resilient, that I am smart, that I am independent, that I am brave. They know that I fuck, that I influence, that I do not yield.
And that’s what prompts their terroristic missives in which they try to mask behind their rage a derisible fear of the powerful feminine. Not that they believe that I am weak, but that they know I am strong.
Having that perspective helps. Having that perspective, for me, makes all the difference.
[shakespearessister.blogspot.com Melissa McEwan August 26, 2011]














