Today has been filtered through the lens of the migraine I woke up with and that is still kicking around inside my skull. I went on Twitter and got VERY INVOLVED in the Bean Dad discourse, and the screenshots of my tweet thread on it are on my Instagram and Facebook stories today because holy hell does that guy need to shut the fuck up and do a much better job as a parent.
I hear he’s great at being an anti-semitic Nazi, but I can’t prove that to you because he’s deleted his account. There are screenshots floating around, though, so if you have a Twitter account you can probably find them easily (and I’m sure it’ll be showing up on Facebook as screenshots of tweets with screenshots in them soon enough).
My main beef(s) [beeves??] with his self-congratulatory discourse on Teaching Moments and how he decided to use one to shame his daughter into trying to understand the mechanics inherent in a can opener is that he is abusing her, specifically by neglecting her physical needs (she was hungry), treating her like shit because of a power trip, and actively creating a situation and context for her to develop disordered eating. So, yeah. It made me angry.
That up there is a view from my bedroom because this migraine has kept me from doing much other than trying to be comfortable in my bed so far today. I hope I feel well enough to get out of bed after a bit, so that I can move my joints which are currently pretty sore from all the fucking sitting I’ve had to do lately. Last night I had such an intense MCAS reaction to … something, I still don’t know … that I had to take two extra of my rescue antihistamines and also use a nebulizer and after that I was sore and exhausted.
But I journaled today in my written bullet-style journal, and I’m writing here, and I took a picture of the wintry outside, and I’m not a shit parent like Bean Dad so I think overall this day has more wins than losses in it.
