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Sunday, December 10, 2017

My mortal coil...

 
 
 Life opens to us through simple things. This time a phrase read in a speech. Recently a friend spoke of being "on this mortal coil" and I looked it up.  Looking things up in the twenty first century is easy.  We just pull out phones.  We don't even need to spell correctly.   "This mortal coil" is, then, a Shakespearean world of burdens, strife and trouble.  According to Wikipedia, while alive we carry or abandon it.  At death we "shuffle [it] off."

But God can't.  He's got the "whole mortal coil in his hands."

I am still pondering how we can be "on" the coil.  It seems we can "carry" it, or, "abandon" it.  But to be on it brings to my mind balancing on a Slinky.

In my church going youth in a small Ohio village, we'd sing a song about God having the whole world in his hands.  My mirthful mind pictured the whole world of people piled together like cheerleaders' pyramids. People of the "whole world" standing on the shoulders of the next.  Although I had only a glimmer of knowledge that there were "whole worlds of people" of different languages, colors and customs than mine, I imagined piled people from all over my small classroom's map.  God (a slim man with large hands) just languidly balanced us all there.  All of our worldly sniping and snarling at each other--"Hey!  Keep yer balance, dammit!"--did not faze God.  Now, because I work as a public middle school counselor, I can almost see God rolling his eyes.  He doesn't of course because he's God.  He just patiently carries this mortal coil of his call humanity.

I (a corpulent woman with medium sized hands) am not as patient as God.  I want to pull my hands in and put them in pockets.  Keep them warm.  Get on with helping others with their mortal coils.  My children, for example.  Spirited independent children. Their adulthood is just beginning.  Please God, don't roll your eyes when I ask that their mortal coils loosely wrap them!

My cold chapped hands, though, carry an exasperating coil of mortal workplace harassment.  I have frightened educators piled in my hands. I put my virtual hands out through A Piece Full World (www.apiecefullworld.com) and they piled in. They don't have support from their school districts or their unions. They're from all over my childhood's classroom map, particularly the United States of America.  Many from Florida where I work in the tip of that sunny peninsula.

But there's an education harassment hurricane brewing in that sunny place.

"Leave it alone." I've been told as I look for help with my educator people pile. "Move on. You're safe now. Put your damn hands in your damn pockets. Keep them warm. You don't owe anyone anything.  GO ON A DIET!  Take care of yourself.  You have no obligation to that helpless heap. God's got it.

Dump them."

Or just say your abuser's name.  Say it to newspapers and TV shows.  Now's the time, dear hard working, honest, corpulent Kim. You need your hands to hold weights instead of piled people. Saying his name might just release you and them. The time is right. Say it and see.  Show someone somewhere all of the disgusting public records. They stink. 

See what happens to your mortal coil.  Maybe you can "shuffle it off" before you die.

Please God, don't roll your eyes.

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Saturday, December 2, 2017

Power imbalance. Harassment and bullying.

 This will not be about the male dominated hierarchy of institutionalized abuse.  Not this time.  This will be about women working for sanctioned predators.  

They're tumbling.  Men who abuse power are being kicked from their power perches.  Kicked with stilettos.  Nikes.  And orthopedics.  Fed up women are having their day.  Coming together.  Helping each other.  Requesting that men help them. That those men kick too.

Men are kicked from news organizations anchor couches and senate seats.  Board rooms and silver screens.  They've not been kicked out of Oval Offices, but probably should be.  

Men have certainly had their day.  Their decades long day of snide, smirking misogyny is now exposed like an erect penis.  And it's pathetic.
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A ladder of abuse.  Let's start at the top rung: 

"Kiss this" to a young intern.  She cannot leave as the door is locked. 

"God, these are beautiful" as breasts or buttocks are groped. You pick your "b" word.

"What a cunt, bitch, whore" over heard by others. Snickering.  Some of it nervous.

"This is where I got my first kiss....." as champagne is offered to a female employee.

We are about midway down the ladder of abuse...

SCREAMS: "GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!;  SHUT UP!  THIS IS MY SCHOOL!; SHUT UP!  GET OUT!; SHUT UP! WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU STAY OUT OF THINGS?!; SHUT UP! YOU MADE ME LOOK BAD!; SHUT UP! YOU WON'T LIKE WHAT I CAN DO TO YOU!"

"JUST DO IT!"  Only screamed once, but SCREAMED over and over and over in a PTSD diagnosed woman's mind. She stood before him and simply said "I won't..." He wanted her to lie. Document work never done. For her, this is a tippy top ladder rung, as that menace and fear have defined her.  Eight years later, she likes that she said "no".  It was difficult. Frayed her telomeres. She's now embraced her diagnosis and her experience.  She's one of the female kickers.

Getting close to bottom rungs.  Let's explore how women feel when their male bosses leer and smirk; threaten and coerce.  

Sick.  
Scared.  
Guilty.  
Alone.

The women really are alone.  All the other complicit ladder holders are gone.  Their day is doomed. 

Come on ladies, gals, girls, WOMEN!  Put on your kicking footwear and back up the ladder we go.

Men, you're invited too.
 
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