Once upon a time, there was a girl.
The girl was not brave, hardworking, precocious, or particularly talented. Like many girls, she did girly things like living and breathing and eating and sleeping and dreaming and walking and talking and existing. She was just a girl.
But the girl lived in a world that was not made for girls. In fact, the girl’s world was created for people who ate little girls. Of course, this girl who existed in this girl-eating world didn’t want to be eaten. She wanted to live. She wanted to breathe. She wanted to eat and sleep and dream. Because the girl’s world was not made for the girl, she had three choices.
Stop being a girl.
Become a girl-eater.
Be eaten.
Aside from the part about being eaten, the girl enjoyed being a girl. Plus, the girl had always been a girl. She didn’t know how to be anything else. So the girl did not even consider the first choice.
The girl also didn’t want to eat other girls. She knew what it was like to be a girl in a girl-eating world. She also understood that eating girls wouldn’t prevent her from being eaten by other girl-eaters.
Of course, the girl didn’t want to be eaten. She wasn’t 100% sure, but she figured that it would be pretty hard to live and breathe and dream and exist after she was eaten. To be fair, the girl had never met a girl in her world who had been eaten. She had no data to back up her hypothesis. The girl was just guessing.
The girl eventually realized that there was nothing wrong with being a girl; there was something wrong with the world. So the girl didn’t stop being a girl. She refused to eat other girls. But she still had to avoid being eaten by the girl-eaters. Then, one day, the girl who wasn’t braver or more hardworking or more gifted than all of the other girls in the world had a crazy idea.
What if she changed the world?
Suddenly, beautiful music filled the air. Everyone in the girl’s world could hear it. But the girl was not singing (remember, aside from dreaming and avoiding being eaten, the girl was not particularly brilliant). And now, the same melody is ringing across America.
The sound you’re hearing is the world’s tiniest violin playing a song for all the poor, unfortunate girl-eaters. They are the real victims. They are angry because they know they’re going to starve to death. As far as they are concerned, there was nothing wrong with the world.
Something must be wrong with the girls.
Today’s reading list:
What Does the Census Data Say About “The Lost Generation” by Matt Bruenig
New Trump Administration Policy Would Make Racism OK as Long as You Don’t Mean It by Michael Harriot
Bari Weiss by John Oliver
Americans Don’t Disagree About What Racism Is … White People Do by Michael Harriot
‘Debacle of epic proportions’: Nuzzi book flops in first week by Daniel Lippman
Thank you Joyce Young, Gretchen Theodorakis, Omar Moore, Education is a lamp, J Davis, and many others for tuning into The Wake-Up Call Live!
