I didn’t grow up inside an Episcopalian nunnery. The only correct assumption anyone could ever make about me is that sooner or later, probably sooner, I’m going to say or write, or both, something to offend everyone. If words hurt, that’s their problem, not mine. I’m not thin skinned. Try me. The best have. Trust me.

You’ll excuse me, but I do not understand thin-skinned people in a world that doesn’t tolerate them, that is willing to actually murder them. You learn to get over it rather than trying to change it. I taught this to my students and those that didn’t get it I couldn’t communicate with. It won’t bend to you. You can hide from it...but only if you can afford it. But not everyone can. Better I think to stop being thin-skinned. And be instead self-critical. That way you anesthetize. And block the Nazis.

I don’t convert to someone else’s religion just so they can mock me and throw me into the oven anyway. They want me, let them come. They’ll get theirs first. But I’m not going to shake my finger in their face and say, “Oh, no, please, you shouldn’t DO this!” Before they kill me or I kill them.

Someone laughs AT you (you think) laugh WITH them. Don’t lecture them. Don’t accuse them. Don’t make assumptions about their motives. Let it go. THEN, if you discover some OTHER, ACTUAL motive...GO AFTER THEM. Defend yourself. RIP THEM TO SHREDS if necessary.

Or are we just knee-jerking fascists now?

Possessor of Paul Newman eyes. Author of many things straightforward and strange. Some of them appear here. “Women zai shuo ba” as the Mandarin say. Born 2016.

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