One-liner Wednesday- 7-20-22 Speak Up

“To say nothing is saying something. You must denounce things you are against, or one might believe that you support things you really do not.”
― Germany Kent

This correlates perfectly with an opinion piece that I posted yesterday.
If you’re curious about it, read it here:
https://sillyfrogsusan.com/2022/07/19/mocking-the-ridiculous-is-good/


https://lindaghill.com/2022/07/20/one-liner-wednesday-ah-the-oldies/

Mocking the Ridiculous is GOOD

It seems that our current news cycles are filled with ideas and concerns that I deem ridiculous.
The fact that ALL media organizations are eerily reporting these things in unison is my first concern.
Certainly, others can disagree with my label, but I fear the proposing of coordinated ridiculousness is on one level a media driven desensitization of our population to fact and reason.
In this wide world, which has more available topics and information than ever in human history, our attention is directed to myopic themes. Does that sound a bit like propaganda to you? It does to me.
Consider all the things ‘accepted’ as normal, or at least ordinary, today that 10 years ago would have made our chins hit the floor.
What? Boys can decide to be girls (or vice versa) and the medical community will dutifully mess with their healthy bodies.
What? A biological male is being considered as Woman Athlete of the Year.
What? We’re all gonna die in ten years from an ever so slight warming of the planet.
What? The marriage of Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez is noteworthy because…
If you actually think those things make sense, fine.
But how should I react to you when my personal opinion of those things is “that’s ridiculous.”?
Here’s the ‘meat’ of my message today:
I laugh and sometimes poke fun at it.
Yikes! That isn’t “nice”.
Well, how might I otherwise express my opinion?
Should I shout at you or cancel you? Maybe attack you?
Or should I opt for “nice” silence when expressing my opinion might empower others to speak up, or at least, pause and think?
NO. I won’t do any of those things.
Laughing at, even mocking, perceived ridiculousness is not unkind, it’s actually pure honesty. Silence does nothing good. It denies who you are, and everyone’s opinion has value either as a good or bad example. [You decide which one it is. Don’t let the media or Twitter mob do that. 😉 ]
I want to know what you think, though I won’t guarantee that I won’t chuckle. 🙂
For those who think a humorous reaction of disapproval or disbelief is “hate”. Grow up.
You don’t need to care what others think but you’d be wise to get to know how others think.

There’s a silencing and redefining of our language and even our humanity going on and this isn’t going to end well if we buy the premise that expressing disapproval makes someone a ‘bad person’.
Don’t accept shame.
The same goes for blame.
Individual human opinions cannot destroy a civilization. But “group think”, which is inspired by a lack of diversity of ideas, certainly can.
Other people can label you all they want; you aren’t really talking to them once they do. You’re speaking for those who are hesitant or overwhelmed. You should especially protect the speech of those who you deem have ridiculous tendencies…It will test your ideas and should strengthen your opinions or possibly even change your mind. That’s how it works people.
I think we should express ourselves more, especially in person.
Don’t fully trust any media outlet to frame what’s real or important. THINK for yourself.
Remember, we’re all in this together! God bless.




“Experts” are Overrated.

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There are certain titles either given, or self-appointed, that assault my sensibilities.
For the record, no human being knows everything. Even the ones who have access to expansive amounts of information, have varying degrees of ‘good character’ and intelligence. We know for a fact that doctors can know their science, but many have lousy bedside manners. You want a skilled surgeon on your case but you can still think they don’t ‘measure up’ as doctors because great doctors have great medical skills and excellent “people skills”. Teachers are the same. They can have a large resume’ of all the child psychology courses, the teacher conferences, many degrees, and the newest technology tools, but if they can’t relate to kids, their credentials don’t mean much.
‘The proof is in the pudding’ is an appropriate axiom. Those receiving the products, or services, are the actual judges, so why is so much emphasis put on listening [ in a religious manner] to so called “experts”? There are a number of irritating (ignorant) people these days who won’t allow you to question any ‘expert’ unless your credentials are greater.
Really?
Do I need to own a restaurant to recognize one I wouldn’t eat at, Karen?
Do I have to be an elephant in Africa before I voice an intelligent opinion on poaching?
As a woman, do I absolutely have to embrace anything Hillary Clinton says is ‘womanly’ because she ‘speaks for me’? Heck NO.

The term “expert” has no universal meaning. It’s just a title arbitrarily assigned to people, primarily those who have degrees. Yep… impressed I’m not, by credentials, and there are many topics that no one can legitimately claim expertise on.
CNN throws the ‘expert’ label around a lot. I guess they believe most people snap to attention when they hear it. Their panels are always called political ‘experts’. Most have never held office, run a successful campaign, or even guessed correct former political outcomes. What is their expertise? Must be that they like to talk about politics.
Heck… I talk about politics often. I must be an EXPERT. 😀

I think many women of my grandmothers’ generation were experts at throwing together hearty meals on sparse groceries. Their expertise was gained by doing. In fact, most people who are ‘experts’ are older than 40 because, it’s not the ‘study of’ but the ‘doing of’ that creates expertise. So show me what you can do and convince me that you know what you’re talking about, not your paperwork, please. Your title isn’t enough.


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True Stories and Real Heroes

I’m LOUD. I speak with my volume way up and I’m trying to address that.
It’s annoying to many people, especially to my Mom when she’s wearing her hearing aids.
I have many theories about my lack of ‘volume control’.
One, is that my 40+ years surrounded by children and babies as a family child care provider, required me to speak loudly and clearly above the understandable chaos.
Another, more likely reason, is that I have so much to say and I want to share and be heard.
Well, those who love to write seem to fall easily into that category.
Don’t be misled by my volume though. I can keep a secret quite well. Sometimes, folks who have prefaced their words with, “Just between you and me…”, are shocked when they realize at a later time, their words truly weren’t ever repeated.
So, secrets are sacred BUT some should not ever be kept.
I listened to Congressional Testimony, yesterday, from four young women who each were molested by one powerfully placed doctor. He was protected (FOR YEARS!) by elite bureaucrats from being removed, charged, and punished. Those young women did not stay silent and were heroes to those who still cannot process their own abuse, as well as, to those who thankfully won’t suffer abuse from that MONSTER.
This reminded me of an incident where I decided to speak up in High School. I was not a hero (which I define as placing oneself in a courageous fight at ones own peril) but my decision not to keep a secret, was a ‘good deed’.

My mother taught at the High School I attended. This gave me an extra level of ‘familiar ease’ with the faculty.
I had a conceptual art class which welcomed an ‘associate teacher’ mid year. He was an odd man who taught us about meditation and horoscopes, yeah, the weird stuff.
On one incident, he leaned over my shoulder and made me uncomfortable in the ‘personal space’ realm. He also took the liberty to brush my hair away from face too. My alarms were ringing but a report on that ‘squirrel’ wasn’t quite necessary, yet.
Well, as an after thought now, I believe he must have found out I was a faculty child and took his ‘advances’ elsewhere because he abruptly started to pay extra attention to my friend.
A few weeks later, that girlfriend had a sleepover at my house. Our late night chat turned to the news that the associate teacher asked her to babysit for his kids. Then, she told me a “secret”. She had gone to babysit and the ‘squirrel’ had really tried to inappropriately touch her when he’d taken her home. She wasn’t sure whether she should babysit again but didn’t want to make him angry. She, as girls often do, thought she might just be mistaken or overreacting.
UGH! I told her to never go back and my direct, alarmed, reaction had her requesting that I promise not to tell, again.
I assumed my friend would be safe and take my advice to just make excuses not to babysit for him, BUT, I knew the ‘squirrel’ would find another target, sooner or later.
I TOLD my Mom. She said she’d handle it and not to worry. (I never told her he’d ‘come on’ to me.)
A few weeks later, the ‘squirrel’ disappeared. POOF! Our art teacher mentioned. ‘reassigned’.
All was well, and I heard not one word about it… actually, forgot about it too.
On the last day of school, we were allowed to walk around getting signatures from friends and faculty in our yearbooks. I asked the school principal for his and have never forgotten what he wrote.
“Best wishes, Susan. Thanks for your help!”
I knew instantly what he meant and realized that I had done the right thing.