We are so used to judge women by their appearance that a joke mentioning Sarah Huckabee Sanders’ eyes makeup was generally perceived as an intolerable insult.
When I was a kid, in the eighties, whenever I asked my mother to buy me something (being a kid and being the eighties, I did ask quite often) she used to answer, in her typical judgmental and radical-chic fashion: “You’re always thinking about buying things, you Reagan-lover hedonist”.
I was six years old and apparently had already taken a clear political stand.
Other times, when I hit my brother (another recurrent event), she invariably reproached me: “Fascist!”.
Yep, my family really took to an extreme level the sixties motto “the personal is political”. So much for positively guiding your offspring to do the right thing. I grew up feeling responsible for the Contras and the Jews deportation. Continue reading “A personal digression. How I stopped being a totalitarian consumerist and joined the Afghan war”