Trump’s meltdown and the subsequent media (particularly social media) reaction kind of made the world feel sane again. I feel like more people are finally giving all of this the freak-out it deserves. My favorite freak-out last night, however, was my dad’s over my tweet being featured in a Huffington Post article.
But apparently my come up isn’t over.
Thank you, Sara Haines. I’m (very, very) available for hire.
As for my newfound fame, here’s a list of my next steps:
- Book deal. “Gola Ganda Dreams” has a nice ring to it, don’t ya think?
- Disney World. I’m in need of a vacation from my chronic underemployment.
- Reality show. (No seriously, I’ve got a wedding coming up and my family’s drama makes the Kardashians look like C-SPAN.)
- Pretending I don’t know people when I see them (I can do passive aggressive better than you).
- I get free tickets to Warped Tour now, right?
- Finding someone else to update my blog for me.
I made it, Ma! Now I should probably sit down and explain Twitter to you.
I’m sitting here trying to write something because, well, if there’s going to be one time I don’t neglect this blog, it’s today… But it’s like. Shit. What the hell do I say?
All of the people of color around me look resigned. The white folks, however, look shell-shocked. This is what happens when you’re too afraid to engage your racist relatives at Thanksgiving. This is what happens when you don’t do the work on educating your Trump-supporting friends. I’m not saying they can all be convinced. But the silent majority that cost us this election weren’t the people who quietly voted for Trump in the booth. It was their friends and family who never talked to them about why he’s vile.
That’s all I have to say tonight. I’ll be back (I swear) with more stats, more call-outs (because white folks, I am calling you the hell out), more anecdotes, more information on what’s to come.
And whatever does come, just know that I love you. My Muslim friends, I love you and I will protect your right to come to this country and make it your own. My LGBTQ friends, I love you and I will make sure no one touches your right to make a family that is every bit as legitimate as the rest of ours. My undocumented friends, I love you and I will do my best to keep you here at home and on a path to making it permanent. My black friends, I love you and I will remind the world that your lives matter and are worth respecting. Facebook acquaintances, silent blog readers, Twitter followers, childhood friends who broke my heart and left me out to dry, I love you, I love you, I love you.