I’m A Snowflake
I’m a snowflake, I’m one of those people who are supposed to be fragile, so delicate that we are offended by the slightest criticism. It’s a funny notion, it rejects traits like sensitivity, empathy, and compassion. It assumes a lack of strength and resilience.
It is, of course, wrong.
When they questioned the validity of sexual harassment claims, even though I could say #metoo, that was a long time ago, so although I was angry, I wasn’t that upset.
When they denigrated immigrants, even though I was once an immigrant, I was angry but I had been a citizen for a long time, and I wasn’t that upset.
Then they doubted the veracity of a woman who could prove she had been a victim of domestic violence.
Besides being angry, it was then that I started feeling sick, a special kind of sick. A sick that too many of us know too well.
People have been talking about how the current social climate is causing them to experience PTSD. When when victims of sexual abuse, refugees, and just a lot of women in general, are being systematically blackballed, can that be a surprise?
But they will call us snowflakes.
My mother was a victim of domestic violence. I say that for no other reason than a need to identify what makes me strong. And just like all the other snowflakes out there, I don’t want anyone to underestimate us.
First they came for the Jews and I did not speak out —
because I was not a Jew
Then they came for the communists and I did not speak out —
because I was not a communist
Then they came for the trade unionists and I did not speak out
because I was not a trade unionist
Then they came for me and there was no one left to speak for me.
— Pastor Niemöeller
Read about this poem here.
What do you think of these Nike, Jordan AJ1 Lover XX, shoes? I tried them on at the Nike store in SoHo, a five floor extravaganza, in a brand new, and beautiful building that opened in November 2016.
The shoes were super comfortable and mostly looked good on me, now if they only came in black.
I’m afraid the white ones, sans tanned feet, might look a bit “orthopedic.”
Even though I generally like and buy good “fitwear” like the things in the Nike store, the store itself disappoints. It’s cavernous, kind of like a gym, and I suppose that may be the point. But these days, when I go into a store, I want to feel welcomed and comfortable. That was not how I felt.
These pants, “The Mirage Pant,” from Ayr, are pretty perfect. They’re silk with a bit of spandex and billed as the perfect pant for travel. Pretty perfect.
My friends at Marie Hell, whose dresses I have talked about in the past, have taken a bold and somewhat surprising step, one that I really love. Click on the picture to go to the video!