omgggg you guyysssssss
My father just sent out a long email detailing how much he thinks J*rdan P*terson is a thoughtful and wise person and I’m like ???????? and hit delete after skimming, realizing that I would just feel sick to my stomach if I read it all. This also reminded me that my dad has given me a few books over the years about mra and other things that he believes the socialists are destroying, all of which I didn’t read and tossed because I was like “oh hell no.”
I love my father but sometimes it’s a good thing we’re an ocean apart. When they were visiting the last couple of weeks, he kept trying to bring things back to politics and *rump and I kept steadfastly refusing to engage, saying “No, I’m not going to talk about this with you” ad nauseam until he finally got the point, even though he kept snarking “oh yeah, that’s right, I’m not allowed to talk politics with you” for the rest of the visit whenever I’d bring up something remotely connected.
He kept wanting to figure out why I refused to talk about it, too, as though he needed to understand why he failed as a father in his inability to get me to agree to his way of thinking. I don’t care where you fall on the Aspie spectrum, I refuse to give you more explanation than a calm “We’re going to disagree, so we’re not going to talk about it.” I think he’s just offended that he, being the literal genius that he is, wasn’t able to convince me to think the same as his libert*rian self (aka the One True Right Way that all people should believe and follow). Just proof that you can be a genius, but you’re not always smart.
The Obsessive Dilettante 