For various reasons, mostly because of something that caused a loud continuous noise all night and we couldn’t fix till yesterday, I’ve been sleeping like heck.
Yesterday was spent in solving the situation so I can maybe finally write. (Seriously, not sleeping gives me terminal ADHD. I was forgetting what I was doing in the middle of doing it, and just wandering off aimlessly. Of course, we then had a lousy night because of two amber alerts in the middle of the night. I get the need for amber alerts, but why do they think sending it to everyone who owns that phone at 1 am and then 1:30 will do anything but rouse half the population in an area code? Never mind.)
So come dinner time I was in that enviable position between too sleepy to eat and too hungry to sleep. As in such situations, we went out to eat before it got worse. (Once, after a flight that sent me all over for 24 hours and didn’t give me a chance to leave the embarkation lounge to EAT I was so bad off I literally told the poor husband who picked me up and wanted to take me to dinner (I’d been away almost a month) “Never mind. Just stop by a convenience store and get me milk. I can drink, but I don’t think I can chew.” I then drank the milk in the car, got to the hotel room (I told him if he drove me home an hour and a half away he’d have to carry me in from the car) fell on the bed unwashed and dressed, and was asleep before head touched pillow. I slept six hours, got up, showered, put on a nighty, had some food and went back to bed for 12.)
We went to a rather cheap Mexican restaurant (very good too) because it’s closer to us, via the highway than Pete’s (or at least is not in an area of such high traffic, so it’s shorter getting to. They’re actually not far from each other.) Also it’s cheaper than Pete’s (Pete’s Kitchen, on Colfax.)
And I came across a bit of crazy I’ve seen elsewhere, with other things. And it never stops shocking me.
Keep in mind that this is a CHEAP restaurant. Mostly working families. Staffed by people who still have accents. But as she brought us our drinks, the waitress looked guilty and said, “Do you… do you want straws?” like she was offering us drugs in a back alley.
This is not the first time we’ve come across this, though the other instances have been in at least semi-trendy places like cafes and “natural” restaurants.
Here’s the thing: two years ago, they gave you the straws, no questions, no idiocy.
And there’s nothing wrong with straws, whatever California thinks. There’s nothing wrong with plastic bags either. First, if there really are vast rafts of plastics in the sea, why are there no PICTURES (yes, there are pictures of little ones, and they’re mostly in ponds and such, and also, no. That’s not what they’re claiming.) Second most of the plastics in the actual sea causing actual pollution come from places like China and India. Banning them in the US where the bags are made to be degradable, the straws are mostly disposed of properly, is nothing but a piece of crazy cakes virtue-signaling. It makes life unsanitary and inconvenient to many, including the disabled, but hey, you gots to virtue signal.
What always shocks me is how this bit of crazy then transmits to society and everyone becomes afraid they’re doing something wrong by using the perfectly legal, no issues until the left got crazy product.
The last time I saw this bit of crazy was over the pill.
NO ONE EVER WANTED TO BAN THE PILL. (Maybe the Vatican, but I think their business is more telling women it’s a sin, not telling us that laws should forbid it in countries they have no control over like the US.) The only fight about it was whether employers would have to pay for it, or whether it should be subsidized. ONLY FIGHT.
And because the pill is not that expensive — no, really, the basic one is like $9 per month — people had to bring up crazy cake situations to make not paying for it the equivalent of banning.
So you got stuff like “Some women can’t have that expense, or their husbands will see!”
Now keep in mind I know a LOT of women. I know exactly zero who are on the pill without their husband’s or boyfriend’s or casual hook up’s enthusiastic consent. Are there some? There is some of everything in a country of 300 million. There are probably some few thousand people who subsist entirely on clay sandwiches. Doesn’t mean it’s a common or likely situation. (Or that there aren’t organizations and people, including friends, who’ll help people in those situations, by paying for the meds.)
To make this plausible, the left and the media (BIRM) had to make it sound like all men run around wanting to impregnate every woman. I know nothing less likely in the current world. In fact most women are the ones want kids in a relationship. There are exceptions. My husband kept us going through extremely expensive infertility because he REALLY wanted kids, while I mostly wanted them (it bothered me more that I was failing.) Both of us love them to death, but his drive to parenthood was stronger than mine. And yet, he’d have stopped if I told him I REALLY didn’t want it. Because his drive was to have awesome kids with this woman he loved, not to run around impregnating people against their will. (Who really wants to do that, unless they’re touched? Sounds like a weird fetish.)
Now, I’ve been on the pill as a young woman (serious cycle deregulation) and as a perimenopausal (and probably bad for me to get pregnant. Also my hormones were so screwed up my doctor joked I might be more likely to get pregnant while on the pill from about 40 on. Not joking and in fact it happened) woman. Both times medically indicated and needed.
In a Latin country (and in the US when newlywed before we started going through active trying because, yeah. It’s really that bad) where the pill was frowned upon for religious reasons, the prescription was treated matter of factly. I was told “here is your prescription for the pill”. Same as perimenopausal. Same in the pharmacy when they gave me the dang packages.
But after the crazy campaign of “all men will abuse all women for being on the pill” suddenly my doctor was dropping her voice to a whisper when saying “this is a prescription for the pill” and the pharmacy was acting like they were giving me contraband. Of course being me, I usually answered in autistic-levels shout “Thank you for my prescription for the pill.”
What worries me about this mechanic is that there seems to be some mechanism whereby the media could invent something like “people with green eyes are afraid of being killed” and suddenly people with green eyes WOULD be afraid of being killed, everywhere.
Nothing else explains the crazy representative who wore tampons as earrings because the media decided that the right was going to ban them or something (I don’t even.)
This horrifies the hell out of me. No matter how crazy the lie — say that one in five women in college get raped, or that our straws are killing fish — people seem to run with it and it propagates through society as UNQUESTIONED fact.
This would all be easier if it weren’t for the fact that there are organizations if not devoted to at least willing to make up the most outrageous and crazy shit. Like apparently PETA is now making people afraid/ashamed to wear wool because the complete idiots have decided you SKIN THE LAMB to get the wool.
Of course this is not even vaguely true as those of us with rural upbringing know. You give the lamb (or sheep)a haircut to get the wool. In fact, not doing it is animal abuse, as they will die, or get tangled in bushes trying to get the wool off themselves.
I wonder if it’s purposeful mendacity or stupidity that started this. It reminds me of the first incarnation of minecraft where you killed the chickens to get the eggs.
BUT it’s impossible to ignore that soon there will be a substantial portion of society maybe not even sure why “knowing” that wool is bad and kills animals.
How do you treat this crazy? I don’t know. I treat it by being loud and responding to it as to a dog that just went on the floor. “What the heck is wrong with you? There was never any problem with this.”
Maybe it’s not the most effective thing. But I don’t know anything else that can be done. Sometimes the only way to treat infection is blunt measures. And those are the only one I know.