A deep bow of gratitude to my essential go-to women who report not what we want to hear, but what we need to hear.
And, a sad song dedicated to them, and us all.
Winter is supposed to be a time of depth, reflection, healing, gratitude, reverence, and patient preparation for spring. Instead, most modern lives have turned it into everything but that.
The Season of Giving was never meant to mean The Season of Buying.
When unpacking the role of the hustle in modern American life, it helps to start with some categories. So far, I’ve found three. There’s the GoodSort, the BadSort, and the AssSort.
I haven’t seen the latest film of that name, but it looks to be of the modern AssSort. This plot has never been done, I’m sure. Except constantly for the previous 50 years or so.
Here’s an old example of the AssSort: Social programming your parents and grandparents to never grow up.
Here’s an example of the BadSort: Another profitable small farm being fleeced to death by taxes and regulations.
And to end on an inspirational note, the GoodSort: Another angry woman taking serious and righteous action, to the very end, if need be.