When the March For Our Lives tour came to our area, I had to go. I wanted to hear their stories, learn more about the issues, and find ways I can help. But there was one thing I wanted to do if I were to meet one of the students from Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. I wanted to give them Tommy’s button.
Have you ever heard of shuttle jokes? Shortly after the Challenger disaster in January 1986, a bunch of jokes started circulating about it. Here is the least offensive of them:
“Why does NASA drink Pepsi? Because they can’t get 7-Up.”
Why would people joke about something as horrible as the death of seven astronauts? Or the assassination of President Kennedy?
We turn to irreverent humor in times when we feel powerless against the absurdity surrounding and threatening us. And today may be one of those times.
Thoughtful blog posts and snarky tweets can only go so far. If you want change, you have to get out from behind the keyboard, put on your walking shoes, and hit the streets.
It has been 36 years since I’ve been involved in any type of political event besides voting. But I went to a debate of Democratic candidates in May. This week, I’m attending a meet-and-greet with our Democratic candidate for Congress Katie Porter and will march against the forced separation of migrant children from their parents.
Why am I stepping out and getting involved with politics now? Because the situation is too serious to sit back and do nothing.
This post is inspired by a typo. When someone talked about being nostalgic for the 1980s even though she didn’t grow up during that time, I replied:
As someone who spent my 20s in the 80s, they all that great.
— Matthew Arnold Stern (@maswriter) June 11, 2018
Oops. So am I or am I not nostalgic for the 80s? No, even though I write about the 80s in my novel Amiga. Here are the reasons why.