Wine Moms

What a fucking reductive term, which is being used to dismiss people who actually care about their communities, their children’s growth, their local government, their national goverment.

But sure, we’re drunk. Easily dismissed. Unreliable. Can’t be trusted to do what we say we will.

Last night I dreamed that I was with my family – my mother, my siblings, my children – and I was caught up short. I was supposed to bring a turkey. I was informed (when I showed up empty-handed) that I had been told I was supposed to bring a turkey, but I could not remember having been informed thusly.

Gaslighting. My dream was about being set up to fail, which is normal for so many women and trans people and gay people. We are set up for failure. And the people who want us to fail – husbands, families – use coping mechanisms against us, so we are tamed and compliant.

And I’m not saying the coping mechanisms are effective, beyond soothing some pain in the moment. But yelling out “wine moms!” when women are protesting rightly against fascism – you don’t just miss the point. You participate in the fascism.

The number of women who came out after Jimmy Savile died, the number of women who came out after Harvey Weinstein was arrested (and safely away where he couldn’t wreak revenge), the number of women who came out in the wake of E. Jean Carroll’s revelations….How many more will it take before we’re finally believed? I haven’t even begun to catalog my assaults.

Not that any man is interested. Because it’s the normal course of business. A woman is just a casualty on the road to success.

Wine moms. Wow. There is no respect there. And of all people, the women who need a glass of wine at the end of the day because the world is too awful…that’s to be mocked. Okay. Our world is awful. We see too much. And No Kings Day is only the beginning of our rage.