Politisplaining, Alt-Rightsplaining & Mediasplaining

Because mensplaining and womensplaining are old hat — sexism, like racism and other type of bigotry, is apparently mainstream again — I figured I’d introduce the new concepts that I think are (unfortunately!) going to be all the rage in 2017: politisplaining, alt-rightsplaining and mediasplaining.

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World Peace

Translated from a piece by Ellemijn Veldhuizen van Zanten

If only life remained this simple…

“Mummy, I am angry.”
“Alright, honey. Would you like a hug?”
“Yes…”

Seconds later:
“I’m ready, mummy. I am no longer angry.”

Had we been able to hold on to that feeling until we ‘grew up’, we’d be living in absolute world peace today.

Translated with permission | © 2014 Ellemijn Veldhuizen van Zanten | All rights reserved

“Wanna fight?”

Another true story.

Years ago I was standing at a bus stop, a man standing next to me. A seemingly inebriated guy randomly walked up to him, got nose to nose, and barked: “WANNA FIGHT?!” Without even flinching, the man calmly replied “Nahhh, I don’t like fighting. But I’ll be your friend, if you want.”

The aggressor, stunned, backed down and walked off, dazed as if he’d just been dealt a knock-out blow.

© 2014 Jo Hughes | All rights reserved

“I’ll be right down”

Come to my door to talk to me about Jesus, Jehova, Allah, Scientology or any other religion, and I will listen. I will make it very clear to you from the start that I won’t be joining your church, but you’re very welcome to come in for a cuppa and a chat, and I know you will inspire me, even though – as I said already – I won’t be joining you congregation or denomination.

When I say I will open the door and invite you in, that’s not the whole truth. You see, before I come downstairs I’ll first open my window to see who is at the door.

The kind Jehova’s Witnesses at the door just now didn’t see that one coming. As one of the lovely ladies put it, she “thought she heard a voice from heaven”… I can’t even begin to imagine how disappointed she must have felt when it was just me, hanging out the window above her head.

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