"Western NY is my home and I really don't want to flee like a coward with tail tucked between legs. I think this is a modern American problem in general; when the going gets tough, people just up and run to somewhere else instead of making a concerted effort to try and fix the problem locally."
THIS. That was my equivalent to creepy voices in the head - to get a spate of news articles and divinations that made it look like a really good idea to move to a specific town that appeared to already be the exact type of town those of us here working in the community groups have been trying to make this one.
I have a deep personal bond with the land here, my home and garden, and even the town... though I would currently welcome many of the townspeople to get in the sea, I generally adore many of the others. The lady at the tea store is the funniest person alive; I laughed so hard at her angioscopy story I had to lean against the counter. That is a serious gift. So if Something(s) wanted to put me in the classic Jane double bind (Barenaked Ladies song lyrics: "Jane says that cowards stay and traitors run") that would do 'er.
So I am very carefully following the rules of engagement behind the most politically correct, covid-rule following, hostile to anyone who is not extraordinarily wealthy and old lines imaginable - because like hell they will take this place. The problem for them will be that they don't actually know what the rules of engagement are, though they think they wrote them.
When I was in middle school, I was very frustrated by the fact that people did not seem to follow the rules, which I tried to follow very diligently. So, I paid very close attention to the actual rules that I though seemed to be being applied - not the ones people said they use (like, it's bad to bully), but the real ones that incorporate what is and is not allowed based on various differentials of social standing, and then wrote those down to see if those rules made more sense. Since we are all, supposedly, no longer in junior high, there are of course much larger rulebooks at play, and it will be interesting to see which of us figured those out better, eh?
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Date: 2021-09-16 07:47 pm (UTC)THIS. That was my equivalent to creepy voices in the head - to get a spate of news articles and divinations that made it look like a really good idea to move to a specific town that appeared to already be the exact type of town those of us here working in the community groups have been trying to make this one.
I have a deep personal bond with the land here, my home and garden, and even the town... though I would currently welcome many of the townspeople to get in the sea, I generally adore many of the others. The lady at the tea store is the funniest person alive; I laughed so hard at her angioscopy story I had to lean against the counter. That is a serious gift. So if Something(s) wanted to put me in the classic Jane double bind (Barenaked Ladies song lyrics: "Jane says that cowards stay and traitors run") that would do 'er.
So I am very carefully following the rules of engagement behind the most politically correct, covid-rule following, hostile to anyone who is not extraordinarily wealthy and old lines imaginable - because like hell they will take this place. The problem for them will be that they don't actually know what the rules of engagement are, though they think they wrote them.
When I was in middle school, I was very frustrated by the fact that people did not seem to follow the rules, which I tried to follow very diligently. So, I paid very close attention to the actual rules that I though seemed to be being applied - not the ones people said they use (like, it's bad to bully), but the real ones that incorporate what is and is not allowed based on various differentials of social standing, and then wrote those down to see if those rules made more sense. Since we are all, supposedly, no longer in junior high, there are of course much larger rulebooks at play, and it will be interesting to see which of us figured those out better, eh?
(Also, OMG, the play is Kinky Boots, my sides...)