Oh my fucking-
See, I read this quote. Then I read it again. Then I followed the links to learn a little bit more about the author. She’s a 22 year old woman named Susanna Cole King, and she has a main blog and a tumblr. She describes herself on both as a “sculptor of words, nomad & nonconformist, adventurer & ramblin’ [sic] raconteur.” She seems like a sweet girl with a genuine desire to be a good and kind person, if a bit overly flowery in her sculpting, and I wish her many years of happiness and success in her chosen endeavors. So, Ms. Cole-King, bear this in mind when I say:
Fuck you, you sanctimonious, self-righteous, narrow-minded little shit.
I can’t do all of those wonderful things that you’re talking about. Not ‘won’t.’ Not ‘prioritizing other things first.’ Cannot.
“But why?” you may ask. “Why can’t you free yourself from the shackles of consumerist slave-culture and live free and happy? I did, so you can too!”
Because I, and everyone else in the world, are not you. We are not “one” like your blog says We are not all conventionally beautiful, acceptably-thin, able-bodied, white young women living in a first-world nation with a middle-to-upper class upbringing and a loving, supportive family. The vast, vast majority of us have a lot more to worry about than the things that you list.
Some of us have mental and physical health problems. Some of us have children. Some of us have children with health problems. Some of us have parents and siblings and partners with health problems, and all of the mounting medical expenses that are accrued with that, even with health insurance. Some of us don’t have health insurance.
Some of us have to work two or more jobs to keep a roof over our heads, and even then, go hungry or under-nourished because of food deserts and lack of adequate transportation. Some of us can’t find a job because we’re a minority group. Some of us can’t find a job because we’re disabled. Some of us can’t find a job because our credit is too bad to get a car, or because we’ve served time in prison, or because we’ve never been taught how to write a resume and conduct ourselves in an interview. Some of us do have a job, but already have debts to pay off and cannot afford to lose it.
Some of us struggle with crippling anxiety after years of abuse at the hands of the people who were supposed to love us. Some of us are coping with PTSD after being raped. Some of us cannot even leave our homes without choking and gasping from a panic attack.
And even disregarding all of those, some people want to travel to France, or Italy, or Australia, or some other foreign country that ISN’T in the third world, where you need more than a minimum-wage job to afford to travel, and where you don’t feel the need to pontificate about so-called simpler lives like the appropriating Mighty Whitey you seem to be.
Most of those reasons do not apply to me, but some do. And all of those things apply to a lot more people than care to admit to it. So, Ms. Cole-King, fuck you. How dare you assume that, just because your health and situation allows you this opportunity, that things are exactly the same way for the rest of us? How dare you tell me what I can and cannot say are my boundaries, MY boundaries, when you are not in my head and my shoes and my life? How DARE you?
If you really want to be “cultured” and “enlightened,” why not put your passport away, sit down, shut up, and listen, actually LISTEN, to the people around you? Who knows? You may end up learning more about your fellow humans, and about yourself, than any $4 roach motel in India could ever teach.
If not, then bon voyage. And don’t forget to bring your own water.
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