When I was young(er), I used to play a mental game with myself trying to imagine what it is that kids would be into as a vanguard of liberation that I would not understand, feel vaguely (or sharply) uncomfortable with, or otherwise just not be down for — and what could I do NOW to practice spaciousness and solidarity instead of succumbing to ageist tropes like starting sentences with, “Well when I was your age…” To this day, when I find myself starting to go there, I practice deep skepticism (of myself) first. Frankly, if the kids aren’t all right, it’s either the poisons of fascism or it’s my own failure of imagination and empathy. It’s my job to discern which is which and act accordingly.
Reference: https://twitter.com/Ryan_Ken_Acts/status/1311374654163038209 (last checked 10/1/2020)
Cross-posted from Facebook, and with thanks to Yaz Brien for sharing first in my feed.
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