2017 was the year I became Fucking Furious.

2017 was the year I became fucking furious.

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I am Fucking Furious. And I left all my fucks to give about it in 2016 when defeat was snatched from the jaws of victory and we unleashed a serial sex abuser, liar, and all around evil maniac on the world at large. I’d like to say I got angry right away but it took a good long while from the time I tucked my daughter into bed telling her the world would be different in the morning and the morning when I woke her up and it sure as hell was, just not as we had hoped.

 

And I am Fucking Furious.

 

In every way, so far, my day to day life has not been practically affected. No one has come for me, my children, my friends or -and this is my son’s biggest fear- no one has come to cart away his friends. My home life is the same. I shop at the mostly same stores, I do the same things. But every day, though this hasn’t yet landed on my shore, I fight. I call. I resist. I speak out. I am petty AF and tag Susan Sarandon on twitter with “I AM SO ENERGIZED!” when one year olds are separated from their parents by ICE, when a young man adopted as a baby is sent back to a country he has never known, ripped from his family here in America and promptly commits suicide. Super energizing, right?

I know it’s not enough.

 

I am Fucking Furious at the media who still insists on publishing “Who knew it would be this bad?” op eds. WE KNEW. EVERY HILLARY VOTER KNEW. WE FUCKING KNEW AND WE TOLD YOU.

 

I am Fucking Furious that a candidate who got the second highest popular vote win margin all while fighting misinformation, lies, conspiracies and OMG HER EMAILS, is still labeled a ‘flawed candidate.” All candidates are flawed. Human beings are flawed. But even if she didn’t get to shatter that glass ceiling (adjusts tinfoil Hillbot hat and whispers “I bet she did win and it will come out eventually”) she is still not given her due. I am furious  that sexism and misogyny played such a significant role, and that fact is denied in countless ways even as male reporter after male reporter is fired for sexual harassment or abuse…including more than 10 who helped shaped the negative narrative around our first female major party nominee and popular vote winner, ignoring her policy and plans opting to shame her for emails, interrupting her at every turn all while lobbing softballs at a man who brags about grabbing women by the pussy.

 

I am Fucking Furious.

 

2017 was the first time I finally understood the urge to scream “NOT ALL….” because white women elected Trump. Finally, I understood the desire to not be in that group. Because, I worked my ass off to make sure that very thing wouldn’t happen and it wasn’t enough. I am Fucking Furious at white women for so many things. And I’m unbearably rage shaking at the way we raise girls in this country. Because I know all too well that being raised a white girl is to be raised with Stockholm syndrome, identifying with our captors, feeling grateful for scrap. Because there are large areas of this country where information is still controlled and filtered and so many women don’t even know the damage of internalized misogyny. I am Fucking Furious about that. How do we fight that?

I am Fucking Furious that Time named #MeToo the Person of the Year and didn’t have the founder of that movement Tarana Burke front and center on the cover. It’s not that fucking hard, Time.

I am Fucking Furious that making a statement like “Nazis are bad” or “White Supremacy is wrong” are controversial. They should be the baseline of existence. I am fucking furious that Black Lives Matter is compared to terrorist organizations when truly it’s more like Mother’s Against Drunk Driving. Black lives DO matter, and it needs to be said loudly and often because right now in this country black bodies are piling up at an alarming rate due to police violence, and how to we all take a breath, step back and fix this? I am Fucking FURIOUS that a Baltimore officer stepped up to speak truth about this and hey! What do you know…he was murdered before he could.

I am Fucking Furious at purists who set us back decades because progress is slow. I am speechless at what is happening in Puerto Rico and how our news cycle is a veritable Jackson Pollack of disasters and lies. I am Fucking Furious that LGBQT people are being ushered back to the sidelines while “very good people” march with tiki torches.

This year I read the quote “They didn’t burn witches to silence the ones they burned. They burned them to silence the ones who watch.” That hit me. The collective ‘they’ has been trying to burn me since I was 14 and yet here i am. Like Hillary Clinton, I won’t burn. I don’t burn. You can call me names and send me threats on twitter. That’s just like every other Tuesday if you’re a woman.

 

I am Fucking Furious, and 2018 better look the fuck out. Cause I am not the only Furious Woman.

11 thoughts on “2017 was the year I became Fucking Furious.

  1. I’m 78, and more angry than I have been at any other time in my life. I lived through incest, an emotionally abusive marriage, humiliated by a cheating husband, discriminated against in the workplace, betrayed by a long term lover, and forced into poverty. I never imagined that a year like 2017 could happen in this country. I felt stunned and hopeless for a while, but then I got ANGRY! I start the new year with hope that more and more women will bring their anger out into the open.

  2. Great wonderful collection of words that describe so many women in this country! We can do this! #metoo
    Thank you for the motivation I feel right now….

  3. Glad to know I’m not the only intelligent, totally pissed off white woman out here. Fucking angry I’m told to “get over it…you lost” Every Single. Day.

  4. Exactly! And what we do with that anger is take it to action. Get involved with groups that have big voices…Planned Parenthood etc. Because if we don’t take that Fucking furious to action it will eat us alive. Take it to progressive actions in Get out the vote and marches. The latest way to change is turning Fucking furious to action.

  5. I noticed that there was an undercurrent in the media about the women’s march of “oh, let them have their silly hats and marches. This energy will burn itself out and they’ll shut up and go back to the kitchen”. Except it didn’t and then there was SO MUCH ANGST that women weren’t going to let it go. Again, the media were promoting men being all upset about how they couldn’t speak to women in the workplace anymore because they might be seen as sexual harassers. Boo hoo.

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