What a definition they came up by the way.
It´s kind of interesting, from a personal level obvbiously.
Talked to mother, she is still “vertical” but in the hospital and my mother was telling
how this girl from India, was texting her that she got pregnant again and that she was scared.
Basically she doesn´t wan´t another kid. Funny thing, this is the same woman I met in a social
platform, about 8 years ago, she came to see me physically that is, she has a lovely husband
I thought. Yet I always remember when she talked about her husband (these are arange marriages)
she would not put him in the right light to say the least, but again she always wanted to save
the world. She adopted a kid in India, and the whole shananigan.
Well, now you are pregnant, tell him to wear a condom or when the guy is about to go,
go out. I didn´t rejoice on this, but it was funny to hear that this social justice warrior
when reality hit her she became the unjustice social warrior. Go figure that one……..
Telling this to my mother, I can understand that relationship, she sees my mother as a cool
mother, being the Indian woman from a very conservative Indian background, yet she is my
mother. She even calls me to tell me about this and I go and publish it….
Simple reason, you got these so called social warriors but when faced with reality they back off.
So don´t be a fucking hypocrats, I can deal with that reality, for each action I take there is a reaction.
Follow that priniple you, you in general but also specifically twoards me and the other person
I was talking about.
I know that Indian culture, but if you are not happy with it just brake off. Hard I know,
but please don´t spend years preaching me about …. eating meat is bad, killing this or that animal is bad
that in my case would include the human animals, do this and do that in your personal life…. e.t.c,
Now preach to yourself lady. And it really goes for all of us. At least it kept my mother entertain for a bit
that is. Not entertained but at least bussy with other things than her own health. I call her, mother
to tell her some silly story for her to laught at me. Not projecting my problems on her.
And what in the world is that social justice warriors…. get the justice in your own brain for first.
(Sorry about the spelling-editing, yet is called Crazy Life the blog so I don´t use spell check nor edit)