Friday, January 3, 2020

I have writing talent.

I should have had a writing career in the entertainment industry.  That should not have been precluded to me because of my gender or contingent on my acceptance of being abused, eagerness to abuse others or silence about crime inflicted on innocent and unsuspecting people.

In addition to the ridiculous hypocrisy of the entertainment industry's takeover of Me Too while it continues to ignore, deny and victim-blame about voyeurism and involuntary pornography, public knowledge of and revulsion toward the standard of behavior which the entertainment industry had myopically accepted as normal haven't prompted that industry or most of the rest of the conglomerate to stop treating me as if I am a terrible person.

It wasn't evil for me to try to figure out if I could have relationships and friendships in a community which purports to share some of my interests and abilities.  I never took or asked for a scrap of money from any of those people.  There was never a reason for them, the media or anyone else to act as if I were doing something wrong.

If I have now decided that it is no longer worth my time to address the schism in our value systems on a regular basis, that isn't really anyone else's business, either.  For me to realize that a large group of people is far too comfortable to be concerned about issues of right and wrong, that the group's reactions to being confronted about its vicious amorality have merely ranged from anger to amusement to ineffective and self-absolving guilt for a decade while they embellish old rumors about me or fabricate them and they recruit more people all the time and indoctrinate them about me; what can I do other than relinquish every thought about what I could have contributed?

I know that's what they all wanted; if it weren't, they wouldn't have done what they have done.  After a while, you have to recognize where you don't belong.

So, who's going to win the award for biggest liar this time?





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