“There’ll just be four of us for Thanksgiving dinner this year. We’re a politically divided family.” ~Overheard at Whole Foods Market the week before Thanksgiving.
Since the presidential election I’ve had a few dreams, experiences, and conversations that heightened my awareness of an issue I’d like to address for the same reasons. I’m talking about the recent spate of angry outpourings from people who have been bottling up attitudes and feelings for years and have suddenly decided to “tell it like it is.”
Last night I had two dreams, my first since the presidential election. They were helpful, and I hope they might be helpful to some of you.
Never have I ever felt so disillusioned about America. The constant reminders of our collective shadow have been monumentally toxic and I’m sick of it. But I didn’t realize how sick until I dreamed of a white horse last week.
I’ve shared this story to lift the veil on misogyny so we can see it for what it really is: a man-made perspective with an unnaturally small lens.