When self care is ugly
Aaron Billard posted this article to Twitter yesterday, as he chatted with someone on his timeline. It’s written by Kristi Coulter, a “First World Woman” living through her first summer of sobriety. She’s annoyed with how many times people shove drinks into her face—and she’s irritated with just about everything else along with that fact.
I'm fascinated by the article, because Coulter writes about a bevy of drunk women who describe their time out as “self-care.” They are miserable and need drinks. I know these women well. I am one of them. Not that I’m drunk in public all the time… but I can relate on so many levels.
I wonder about them—about us. Why do people who have it all seem so desolate? The article goes into detail as to the why—the microaggressions, the mansplaining, the working around the clock—but still. People are rude. It’s exhausting. But why would their rude make us down-to-the-core miserable?
