can we just have one nice thing?

It really feels like I need to write something about politics today, but my brain is fried. It could be the middle-of-the-night emergency room trip last week, or the fact that my kids have had six days with no school (illness, school holidays, and the weekend), or just that I’m having a hard time focusing on anything right now. It’s dark and pouring rain this morning in St. Louis and the tree with the beautiful blazing fall leaves has shed them all overnight and is just a bare gray stick. I’m writing this in a coffee shop wondering which of the people around me plan to vote for a racist rapist who is charged with multiple other crimes. Yeah, I’m not in a great place. 

But really, I see pretty much everything I write as political. With every client I work with, I’m attempting to help them connect the ways they’ve been made to feel bad about their bodies and clothes to larger systems of oppression so that they can then reject those ideals. Clothing is political. 

When you’ve tried to mini…