It’s fucking painful to write that headline.
I don’t want to admit I learned anything from Trump. I loathe him. I abhor him. To me, he represents what makes a person horrible. He is a walking talking trigger for me.
Also, I didn’t really learn anything from Trump. I learned from a Trump adjacent event.
So anyway…..the naked Trump statues.
I laughed when I saw the pictures. I felt a furious joy when imagining how much he would hate them. I felt good about him being publicly humiliated. I thought the statement from the NYC parks department was brilliant. I still do.
“NYC parks stands firmly against any unpermitted erection in city parks, no matter how small.”
Then, I read a status update from a friend on Facebook who made the point that publicly humiliating a person and body shaming them was wrong.
Goddammit so much. She is right.
I rail against body shaming. I call people out for fat shaming. I celebrate when humans are accepted and regarded as beautiful regardless of their size or age.
If I abhor body shaming, then I have to abhor it. I can’t just abhor it for people I like.
I find publicly humiliating people to be reprehensible and low brow. If I dislike public shaming, then I can’t suddenly find it acceptable just because the person being humiliated makes me want to vomit.
If there is any chance that we can fix what is fractured in this country, fighting back with ugliness isn’t it. If there is any way to stop the hatred that has had a huge ugly spotlight shining on it, I don’t believe the way is to counter with hatred, humiliation, and shaming.
I can continue to loathe Trump. I can celebrate when he loses the presidential election. For all that is fucking holy, he MUST lose. Please vote. I can hope he loses in a big way. I do hope he loses in a big way. I hope he gets stomped into the ground and has no recourse but to admit that most people in this country reject his divisiveness and hatefulness. But I can’t celebrate those nude statues of him.
Shame him for the things he says. Shame him for the violence he incites. Shame him for denigrating women and minorities. Shame him for his xenophobia. Shame him for trying to hold the highest political office in our country without having the experience that job requires.
We were horrified when he mocked the reporter with physical disabilities. Mocking him for his physical appearance is no different.
That shit isn’t helpful. If we publicly humiliate and body shame one person, then we’re humiliating and shaming all of them.
How many people have the same body type as the Trump statues? I was going to say a fuck ton, but then I realized that could be misconstrued as a fat slamming term, when I truly would just mean it as a scientific unit of measure. We’ll just say there are a lot. A lot of humans probably have a similar body type. I can’t imagine they feel real good about the goddamn world laughing at it.
It’s stupid. It’s mean. It brings all of us down.
We can’t afford any more down.
I was grateful to have this shift happen for me. It wasn’t easy to admit that I was being a shit when I laughed at the pictures. It wasn’t easy for me to admit that I was being horribly hypocritical when I re-posted the pictures on Facebook. But I’m still grateful. This means I can still grow. It means I can admit when I’m wrong. Even when it chafes.
I need to start seeking out beauty where I can find it. Because the ugliness coming from all sides makes it harder and harder to breathe.