Dress for Success

Dear Liberals,

You want to win people over?

Photo courtesy Ridgewood Blog 

Stop dressing like vulvas. (Also, please could everyone learn the difference between vulvas and vaginas?)

Put on a suit. Or dress (ladies only, in this case, please). Or clean khakis. Think "job interview." Leave the pussy hats at home. Am I saying guys can't wear dresses? No. I'm saying Mr. & Mrs. Middle America may just not relate so well to a dude in a dress. Or screeching women marching topless through the streets. If you want to win people over to your POV, you have to be relatable. To them.

Your pink pussy parade is just a huge echo chamber. You are preaching to the choir. Everyone there is already ON board. You are not trying to sell to them. You need to reach those who aren't; the moderates, the undecideds, the middle-grounders. You deride them for not being "woke," but your shrieking and wailing is only giving them nightmares.

Photo: Mark Dixon

via Wikimedia Commons

Something the Republicans are really, REALLY good at is marketing. Put a human skin on a soulless shrew, add the right accouterments, a good blowout, and people will LISTEN to her. Yes, "it's what's inside that matters..." blah, blah, blah. In reality, Marshall McLuhan was absolutely correct. "The medium IS the message." You can't get your message across if people won't even give the medium a chance. It's Marketing 101: "Know Your Audience"




Oh, and posting yet ANOTHER snarky/whiny "But...but...but...her EMAILSSSS" meme is also not helping your cause. And you are smart enough to know that.

Be relatable. Be approachable. And yes, be civil. And these people just might listen to you.

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The 2016 Election — Nothing to Celebrate

I tried to write my second blog entry on January 20, 2017. This is as far as I got: "Today was not a day for celebration."

*brick wall*

My mind was simultaneously too full and too empty. Full of information and observations, full of others' thoughts and opinions, and brimming with my own as well. But all of that mess congealed into a Big. Fat. Nothing. I gave up. Mentally exhausted, I went to bed. And slept surprisingly well.

So, back to there being nothing to celebrate. 

My unscientific poll showed the wide majority of nasty comments coming from Trump supporters, but the worst (and most misogynistic!) were from Hillary supporters. Yep. One especially virulent Shrillbot called me both a t__t AND a c__t because I had the nerve to say as much as I wanted to vote against Trump, I did not want to vote for Hillary ( I live in NY state, so, thankfully, it didn't come to that).* If any sort of swamp IS being drained, it appears the runoff has been diverted directly to facebook. Posts full of anger, vitriol, blame, taunts, insults, profanity — on both sides of the debate. But wait, are there only those two (obnoxiously vocal) sides?

A quick look at poll results shows we are a nation divided: 45.94% voted for Trump and 48.03% for Clinton (I love the fact that three Clinton electors, knowing the state's voters' choice would still hold up, voted for Colin Powell instead. If he'd run, he'd most likely have gotten my vote). And yes, in many ways, we are divided, but that only counts those who actually voted. Digging a little deeper, it shows we are a nation apathetic. According to the Elections Project, only 57.9% of eligible Americans even bothered to vote. 42% of us didn't even give a rat's ass. (Really, who could blame them?)

Breaking this down, it means that about 27% of the voting public actually wants Trump to be president. And, had the small margin tipped in Hillary's favor instead, that number would be about the same.

Mind you, those two groups are about as far apart — and as vocal about it — as any two groups could be. Both the losers and the "winners" still bitching and moaning and sniping at each other all over cyberspace. (As though either of those candidates actually gives that proverbial rat's ass about them.) 

And the rest of us are left in the middle, trying to make sense of what it's all come down to, and wondering how it even could have come to this. 

*(For the record, yes, I did vote. I voted in every election since I was eligible, with the exception of the last presidential election. I couldn't stomach those choices, either. But I realized I still should be out there voting in all the other elections, especially local. As far as the presidential seat, I actually "traded" votes with a voter in Ohio, voting for his 3rd party candidate in NY [which I already knew would go to Hillary] while he voted against Trump in a swing state. Not that it helped, but hey, I tried. And it made me feel a lot less icky than casting a vote I did not want to cast.)

HOW was thesebootsaremadeforwalkin.com not already taken? Seriously. 

OK, that's all I have to say for now. Too taken aback and gloaty for more. 

Cheers!
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