Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Woman bares her breasts at Trump effigy in Madrid...

I like to read articles on The Local, which is an English news magazine for English speakers in Europe.  They have different editions for each country.  Yesterday, I happened to catch the one for Spain.  That's where I found out about the woman in the video below...


I don't know how long this video will stay up.  When I found it, I was only the second one to view it...  Her breasts are naked, so this may not be safe for work (depending on where you work).

From what I gather, this effigy of Donald Trump was just unveiled in Madrid at the Madrid Wax Museum.  As it was unleashed upon the public, a plucky young woman with no top on and the words "Grab back" scrawled on her front and "Grab patriarchy by the balls" on her back.  She paraded around in front of the statue as she yelled "Grab patriarchy by the balls".  Several men tried to cover her, but she was a scrapper and ducked out of their grasp as she continued shouting.  

The woman is a member of the "sextremist" protest group Femen.  Femen's habit is to protest topless, often with flowers in their hair and slogans painted on their bodies.  While I don't necessarily consider myself a feminist (or a slave to men, as the Femen members believe), I do think this group is interesting.  It looks like it may have gotten its start in Ukraine, but it's an international organization where women use their "bodies as weapons".   That means they attack naked or bare breasted and rely on shocking people with their messages.

I had to admire the woman's spirit as she chanted and eluded the men trying to cover her exposed breasts.  The men, to their credit, were admittedly rather gentle with her.  I can only imagine that had such a thing happened in the United States, she would have been Tasered.  Or maybe she would have simply been thrown to the ground by a group of law enforcement officers.  I feel pretty sure she probably would have been handcuffed and charged with public indecency.  She may have been charged with something in Madrid, but it looked to me like they simply wanted her to cover her boobs and GTFO.

I now have a strong urge to go to Spain for a visit.  Not that I really needed a reason to go there, you understand... just that this kind of warms my heart.    

  

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Believe me, I'm not laughing.


My cousin shared this the other day.

Many of my relatives are ardent Trump supporters.  The other day, one of them shared this snarky video showing a lot of people predicting that Donald Trump would lose the election.  Her comment was, "Who's laughing now?"

Let me go on record as saying I am definitely NOT laughing.  I know a lot of people think Donald Trump is actually going to "make America great again."  And who knows?  Maybe he will pull it off. For the good of the country, I hope he does show us a side that we haven't seen.  I hope he does become a president to be proud of, someone who will effect major positive changes for American citizens.  Unfortunately, I have not yet seen any evidence whatsoever that Donald Trump even takes being president seriously.  In fact, I have my doubts that he even wanted to win the election.  

While I'm probably not as worried about the future as a lot of my liberal swinging friends are, I don't think Donald Trump is remotely qualified to be president.  I don't understand why Trump supporters aren't more concerned about the fact that he doesn't have any experience at all in government service. They say they like him because he's a businessman and not a career politician.  But would you hire a businessman to take out your appendix?  Would you hire a businessman to unclog your pipes or install your toilet?  Would you hire a businessman to fix your car?  Hell, would you hire someone with no relevant experience to manage a McDonald's?  I sure wouldn't.  It makes no sense that Trump got as far as he did in the first place, although I probably would prefer him to a religious nutjob.

I know it's going to take a lot to fuck up the world.  It's survived poisonous leaders in the past.  And I'm sure that most of us will survive Trump in the White House.  For me, personally, the sky isn't falling.  For other people?  Who knows?

The other day, I shared an article about a woman in Kentucky who voted for Donald Trump.  She didn't realize that the Affordable Care Act (aka Obamacare) could be repealed.  She and her husband only recently got health insurance thanks to that law and her husband needs a liver transplant.  They could lose their health insurance if the Republicans get what a lot of them want.  The Republicans are hard at work trying to dismantle the ACA, which I know is an controversial and flawed law.  Many people don't like the ACA, even though quite a few Americans have finally been able to get health insurance.  I don't think it's a bad idea to try to fix the law and/or refine it so that it works better for everyone.  But getting rid of the whole thing, particularly if there is no firm alternative prepared, is a horrible idea for many people.  That is a plan that is going to cost lives.

Aside from the fact that Donald Trump is extraordinarily narcissistic and lacks empathy for other people, he's also just plain disgusting.  I don't understand how my very Christian and moralizing family members can get behind a man who clearly has no respect for women and brags about grabbing them by the pussy.  I can't comprehend how they can be excited about Melania Trump as our first lady, a woman who posed nude in many magazines during her modeling days.  This is not to say that I think being nude is anything to be ashamed of.  It's more to point out that the Trumps don't exactly line up with my relatives' sanctimonious Bible thumping bullshit.  How can they be excited about a man in the White House who has been accused of hiring Russian prostitutes to pee on him?  Even if the Russian prostitute scandal turns out to be untrue, it surprises me that they'd want to support anyone who was even accused of such a thing.  These are the same people who were outraged when Michelle Obama sported bare arms.

I totally understand that a lot of people didn't want Hillary Clinton as president.  I didn't want her in the White House, either.  I think she would have been a much better choice than Trump, though.  At the very least, she knows how to hide her narcissism and she has relevant experience.  

I totally understand that a lot of people in the United States wanted a change.  Historically, every eight years or so, the American people vote in the other party.  It was time for a Republican president to be elected, at least historically speaking.

What I don't understand is why we had such hideous choices for president on either side of the political spectrum.  Why did we (realistically) only have Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump to choose from?  Aren't there other people in our country who are qualified to lead?  I really think it all comes down to who has the most money.  Regular people who aren't wealthy could probably never hope to win the White House.  That's a shame.  It's regular people who are in touch with what other regular people are facing day to day.  People like Mrs. Clinton and Mr. Trump can't really represent most Americans because they aren't regular Americans.  But given a choice, I think Mrs. Clinton has more of a clue than Mr. Trump does.  And I think that after he's inaugurated, a lot of the people who are asking "Who's laughing now?" will be crying along with those of us who already see potential disaster looming.



Monday, January 16, 2017

Hallo, Deutschland...

We got on the road this morning got back home by 1:00pm.  I'm pretty much done with all the chores that always need doing after we take a trip.  This trip was a short one without a lot of moving parts, so it was pretty simple to get back on track.

Germany got dumped on with snow while we were gone.  I believe they named the storm Egon.  I had read that it probably wouldn't hit our area that hard, but it looks like it did drop quite a load on us.  When we left on Friday, the snow from last week was rapidly melting.  Now there are several new inches on the ground.  I shoveled the whole driveway, since I plan to drive my car tomorrow afternoon.  It actually took some time to get the work done.  The backyard had totally virgin snow, save for some kitty tracks.

I'm sitting here listening to old Kenny Rogers songs and remembering my youth.  A friend of mine, born the same year I was, mentioned that "Coward of the County" is about gang rape.  She had not noticed before.  I have to admit, though I did hear the lyrics about how the "Gatlin boys took turns at Becky", I hadn't really stopped to think too hard about them.  That's always been a favorite Kenny Rogers song.

The boys are relaxing now, having endured a couple of hours in the car with us.  Pretty soon, I'll have nice, dry clothes.  A new work week will begin for Bill and I will do whatever it is I do to justify my existence.  I did just start an interesting new book about Scientology.  I have a feeling I'll be ready to review it before too long.

Ribeauville is a super cute town.  We will have to go back before too long.


Mother Nature took a dump.



Sunday, January 15, 2017

What about you, dad?


"No, dad, WHAT ABOUT YOU?!"  The above clip may resonate with some people.

This afternoon, I inadvertently got into a pissing contest with a guy I used to know at my college.  We got along pretty well back in those days, although I remember he used to make comments that were somewhat misogynistic.  I mostly laughed them off back then.  I was young, stupid, and wanted to be liked.

Years later, we reunited on Facebook.  I can't speak for him, but I was mostly glad to be back in contact.  I liked him well enough back in the day, even if I did remember him saying things that were kind of shitty, particularly about women.  Like I said, we were young and stupid...

This afternoon, Yahoo! ran an article about Toby Keith's decision to perform at Donald Trump's inauguration.  Now, actually, I don't give a flying fuck about Toby Keith's decision to perform.  I think it's perfectly understandable that he would.  He's always been unapologetic about his support for Republican causes.  And, you know, that's very fine...  But I did decide to leave a quip.  What I said was, "Natalie Maines said it best."

For those of you who don't know, Natalie Maines and Toby Keith had a very public feud back in 2003.  Maines, and the rest of the Dixie Chicks, made a public statement about George W. Bush at a London concert.  They said they were ashamed to be from the same state Bush is from (although actually, the other two Chicks were from Pennsylvania, if I recall correctly, and Bush is not really that much of a Texan...  His people came from up north.)  Maines' comment caused a huge row in the music industry and a lot of radio stations quit playing music by the Dixie Chicks.  Many fans threw away their CDs.

Around that time, Toby Keith came out with a song called "Courtesy of the Red, White, & Blue (The Angry American)", which Maines said was "ignorant, and [made] country music sound ignorant."  Personally, I don't have an opinion of the song myself, although I do remember it made a lot of waves.  A lot of Americans were riding high on the whole war thing... and Keith's pro American and pro war message resonated with them.

  

Toby Keith's pro war anthem...

Keith retaliated by doctoring an image of Maines alongside Saddam Hussein.  So Maines wore a t-shirt to the 2003 Country Music Awards that read, FUTK.  She did not explicitly say it, but many people believed that her t-shirt meant "Fuck you, Toby Keith."  It made headlines.

So... today, when I read about Toby Keith and his unapologetic bluster about performing for Donald Trump, my comment was "Natalie Maines said it best."  If you don't know what Natalie Maines said, the comment would go over your head.  If you do know what she said and you think Toby Keith and Donald Trump are full of poo, you might laugh.  Or maybe if you think Maines was wrong back then to speak out, you'd make a rebuttal (an intelligent one, I hope).  Unfortunately, my ex friend said something along the lines of this...

"Isn't she a member of the Dixie Pigs?" followed by a laughing smiley.

Not knowing exactly what my former Facebook friend was getting at, I wrote "What does that have to do with anything?"

And he made some comment about how he didn't know who she was, only that she was feuding with Toby Keith years ago.

My response was, "And the only thing you can say about Natalie Maines is that she's a 'pig'?  I wish your daughters luck."  Not long after I posted that, he unfriended me.  He didn't ask me about my comment or indicate that he wanted to be friends.  He simply deleted me.  And that's all well and good.  In fact, I probably should have done it myself.

I knew at the time that was a rather harsh response, especially for me.  My ex Facebook friend has two very young daughters, though, and I have known their father for a very long time.  While he's not a bad guy deep down, I have actually seen and heard him mock overweight women.  I have heard him belittle people based on things like their appearances.  And, well, frankly, I didn't quite understand what he was trying to say about Natalie Maines.  Was he saying she's fat?  Ugly?  Dirty?  Smelly?  Tastes like bacon?  Smells like bacon?  I could only guess that his comment was a slam at her appearance or some other irrelevant thing.  Or maybe he was just repeating an unfunny name he'd seen written in the press or heard among his buddies.  At the very least, it was an attempt to diminish her and, perhaps, me.  She's just a fat, mouthy, woman who needs to be put in her place, right?  Or was he talking to me, trying to tell me that I need to shut up?  

I felt like I needed to say something in response.  You see... almost everyone out there in the world has someone who loves them.  Most people have family.  I know, for instance, that my former Facebook friend has a mother, a sister, a wife, and two cute little daughters.  I would hope he wouldn't want to hear any of them referred to as "pigs" or any other derogatory name.  And, I'm here to tell you, the older females in his life have heard things like that said about them.  His daughters will also hear that stuff someday.  Someday, one of them might come home from school crying about what someone called her.  I just wonder what my former Facebook friend will say or do to help her with that.  

I had a father who called me names.  He said I was a pig, a hog, "retarded", lazy, and stupid.  While I know I am none of the things he said I was, I still remember hearing those words come from the mouth of someone I loved.  It hurt.  I knew that when the shit came down, I probably couldn't count on him to help me.  If some guy actually hurt me or called me a horrible name, he wouldn't protect me.  I had to learn to protect myself, hence my harsh response to my former Facebook friend.

This isn't to say that my ex friend shouldn't teach his daughters to let such things roll off their backs.  He definitely should.  He should teach them that they are bigger and better than some stupid thing someone says to or about them.  But he should also teach them that making degrading comments about a person and calling him or her a "pig" simply because he or she spoke their mind is wrong.  And I think if he's going to make a derogatory statement about someone, it should at least be about something legitimate.  

Natalie Maines is, by no means, a pig.  She never was.  Maybe a lot of people didn't like what she had to say in 2003, but she is a talented musician.  She's attractive, intelligent, and not fat.  And she doesn't deserve to be called a pig simply because she spoke her mind.  In fact, she was exercising the most American of freedoms.  Perhaps belittling and insulting her for expressing an opinion is also an American freedom, but honestly, it's one that more people should think twice about.

I generally wouldn't have said such a thing to someone I know.  I probably wouldn't even say it to someone I don't know.  Because I think what I said would make most people very angry and I don't like to make people angry (even if I know I do sometimes).  I'm sure my former Facebook friend feels like what I said was a "low blow".  But, you know what?  I'm sick and tired of people thinking they can make derogatory comments and expecting me to simply laugh it off.  

I'm sure my ex friend is pissed off that I reminded him that he has young daughters who will hear what he says and see what he does.  Honestly, I can see why he was offended by it.  I was offended by the fact that all he has to say about Natalie Maines is that she's a "pig".  And again, I am tired of people like him unabashedly saying that shit to me and expecting me to laugh along with their ignorance.

Maybe I was in the wrong for making the flippant comment about Natalie Maines and Toby Keith.  It was a long time ago that their feud happened.  I really don't care who performs at the inauguration, anyway.  I am just pretty fed up with the whole Trump dog and pony show and would like for this big dump of an inauguration to hurry up and happen so we can all get on with our lives.  But I think my ex college friend needs to grow up and realize that it's no longer just him as a frat boy faking a double chin and blatantly making fun of our overweight female hallmate anymore.  He now has daughters, and they will be influenced by his attitudes.  I really hope he steps up to the plate.  Somehow, I don't think I will miss seeing his stupid bullshit on my Facebook feed, either.  

Utah kids learn how to date... circa 1955

Yesterday, I came across an article about high school students in Utah and an interesting assignment they had in school.  At Highland High School in Salt Lake City, Utah, students were given handouts about how to be a good date.  The students were assigned to go out on a $5 date, not including gas.  I'm wondering if that's $5 for both students or $5 each?  Because either way, it seems a stretch, although I suppose with a little creative thinking one could have a good time for so little money.  Bill and I did it when we first started dating.  It helps if you live in an area where there are a lot of free museums or cultural events, as well as cheap restaurants.

Anyway...  what has people in a tizzy is that boys got one version of the handout and girls got another.  And while some of the tips weren't totally unreasonable, some of them seemed a bit sexist and mired in the 1950s.  For instance, the girls were advised not to "fish for compliments" and "not to waste his money".  The boys were advised to say aloud what they plan to order so "she has a guide" and "girls like flowers and gifts".

Some people took exception to the idea that the girl should have a guide as to what to order.  That struck me as kind of funny.  I was reminded of a sketch in Little Britain.


You will NOT order the lobster!

Actually, given that teenagers are often short on funds, it probably isn't bad advice to remind them that if one person is paying for both, it is polite not to order the most expensive items on the menu.  However, it's not always the boy who pays.  When I was a teenager, I sometimes paid for dates.  I'm sure the practice of girls doing the paying is even more common over twenty-five years later.

While people were mostly talking about how sexist and weird these tips are in 2017, I was wondering why this was a school assignment.  Although I do remember taking Life Management Skills in high school and we did learn about practical things in that class, I don't see how teaching kids about dating etiquette is the school's domain.  But then, maybe that's the reality of life nowadays... kids spend a lot of time in school and maybe their parents don't teach them about how to date.

Anyway... I thought the assignment was pretty stupid and probably a waste of time on some level.  However, it definitely made for funny discussion.

On another note, right after I read about the kids in Utah and their dating lessons, I read an opinion piece by a woman who asks if it's okay to view porn in public.  She explains that she was on a bus and happened to be sitting next to a man who was watching porn on his phone.  The porn made her feel uncomfortable.

If that happened to me, I'd probably be shocked at first.  Then I'd probably laugh.  It would depend, though, because I have been in uncomfortable situations involving men getting their jollies in public. When I was in Armenia, I ran into several different guys jerking off publicly.  Most of the time, it was more gross than scary.  One time, I did feel a bit scared because I happened to be walking alone and there was a guy standing in waist high grass masturbating.  He started screaming at me as I passed and it was very freaky.  I didn't pay a lot of attention to what he was yelling (in Armenian), but I do remember him shrieking, "Du ch'es lisum?" (You don't listen?)  Needless to say, I got the hell out of there as fast as I could.

And finally, still on the topic of masturbation, I read an article yesterday that claims 40% of your co-workers masturbate at work.  I'm sure the other 60% are either lying or missing their arms.  I'm kidding, of course.  I have no way of knowing who's engaging in that particular mode of stress relief. I would think it would be mostly men doing it anyway.  As a woman, I don't think masturbating in a public toilet is very sexy or comfortable.  But what do I know?


A review of Safety in Numbers: From 56 to 221 Pounds, My Battle with Eating Disorders -- A Memoir

I finally managed to finish reading my latest book yesterday, while caving in out of the falling snowflakes.  I bought Brittany Burgunder's 2016 book, Safety in Numbers: From 56 to 221 Pounds, My Battle with Eating Disorders -- A Memoir, in August of last year. It took awhile to start reading it, and once I got started reading it, it took a long while to finish it. I think I was attracted to this book by its rather provocative title and many good reviews on Amazon. Now that I've read it, I'm ready to add my own thoughts.

Brittany Burgunder is a young woman who grew up battling several eating disorders. She spent several years suffering from anorexia nervosa and compulsive exercising. She has suffered from binge eating disorder. She's also experienced bulimia. Burgunder grew up in San Luis Obispo, California in a two parent household. She has a younger sister named Kasey who gets a couple of mentions at the beginning and end of the book. Burgunder's parents are clearly financially well off, or at least they are better off than many people are. Burgunder grew up playing tennis and showing horses. She enjoyed success in her sports. Having spent my adolescence riding horses, I know how expensive being involved in riding can be. Tennis is probably not as expensive as riding is, but it's also not necessarily a sport for the impoverished. I get the sense that Brittany is quite privileged.

At the beginning of the book, Brittany Burgunder is beginning her college career at the University of California, Davis. She is suffering from anorexia nervosa at the time. Her health is very poor and the doctors at the university fear that she's in danger of dying. She eventually gets forced to leave school and go into a treatment program. Most of the book consists of Burgunder's journal entries and experiences in a variety of different eating disorder programs in Arizona, Utah, and California.

The most compelling part of the book is the year during which she went from weighing 56 pounds as an anorexic to 221 pounds as a binge eater. She gained 165 pounds in the course of just one year. The idea of that is unfathomable, but there are pictures and the physical transformation is incredible. Throughout all of her experiences, "ED", the eating disorder, is in charge.  ED is pretty much the same voice in Brittany's head, even though the disorder manifests in different ways.

One thing I did not like about Burgunder's book is that it mostly consists of journal entries, many of which are very similar. I think this book would have been a lot better if it had gotten a couple of passes with an editor. It probably could have been slimmed down by 50-100 pages, which would have made it easier to digest. I understand that this is Brittany Burgunder's story and she probably felt it was important to include everything. From my perspective, the continual journal entries made for dull and repetitive reading. I think I would have gotten more out of this book had Burgunder simply written her story and included some of the more important journal entries. She probably could have determined which ones were most important with the help of an impartial editor.

There are some insightful passages in Safety in Numbers.  For instance, at one point, Burgunder lists what she misses about "being sick".  Her list struck me as very honest and I think she was brave to share it.  She confesses that she misses the attention she got from others when she was sick.  She enjoyed shocking her doctors and worrying her parents.  She liked wearing extra small clothes.  I also think her descriptions of what eating disorder treatment centers are like are interesting.  

On the other hand, at one point Burgunder writes that "recovery is selfish".  While I think I understand what she means when she writes that-- one must focus on themselves in order to recover-- I disagree that recovery is selfish.  Constantly wanting attention and getting it by deliberately engaging in eating disordered behavior is selfish.  Worrying your parents and shocking your doctors is selfish.  Getting well is not selfish.  It's difficult and brave, but it means you can get on with your life and so can your loved ones, who no doubt have their own life issues to worry about.  I also think Burgunder comes across as a bit conceited at times.  She often writes about how gifted at riding and tennis she was and how she'd thrown it away by having an eating disorder.  

People develop eating disorders for a variety of reasons, but it's not quite like developing cancer.  Ultimately, the power to get well from an eating disorder resides with the person who is suffering from it.  That doesn't mean that a person with anorexia can simply decide to eat normally, nor does it mean that a person with an eating disorder won't have physical problems that will require recovery.  What it does mean is that he or she must decide that recovery is doable and worthwhile.  In that sense, it's not unlike when Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz learns that she always has the power to go home.

Anyway... while many Amazon reviewers gave this book five stars and pronounced it "powerful", I was less impressed with it.  I do think it could have been a better book if it had been pared down a bit.  Readers struggling with eating disorders of their own may want to proceed with caution.  Parts of this book may be triggering.  I think I'd give Safety In Numbers three out of five stars.




Saturday, January 14, 2017

Bon jour...

We enjoyed a pleasant drive to France yesterday.  There was snow and the weather is cold and gloomy, but Ribeauville is a very charming little town.  The apartment I rented is very dog friendly.  The proprietor came over to see us last night and Zane and Arran were happy to greet him.  I could tell the feeling was mutual.  So maybe today, Bill and I will have the chance to have lunch in a restaurant and not have to worry about the dogs freaking out.  I think there will be others arriving in one of the four apartments the guy owns, but as long as we can get to one or two places, I think I'll be happy.

I always enjoy visiting France.  I love how when we cross the border from Germany, things change subtly and then more obviously.  And the French are probably even more dog friendly than the Germans are.  Dogs go everywhere here.  I wish mine were a little less spastic in public.

Bill and I have been doing a lot of chatting on this trip.  Since the weather isn't very good, I'm not sure we'll do a lot more than walk around and shop.  But it's nice to get away from our little town and see something new, hear a different language, not sit around and drink beer waiting for the sun to come out again...

Zane is pretty much back to his old self.  That CBD oil is something of a miracle cure.  He still seems a little sore on one of his legs, but the incessant licking and chewing has stopped.  He's bright and friendly and playful.  I don't know how long this will last, but it's really good to see him being the way he was.  I still worry about the few lumps he has, but they aren't changing, don't look angry, and aren't really hard and ominous.  We'll take him in on Tuesday and get his blood drawn to find out if he needs antibiotics.

Arran is being his usual sweet self, too.  He scared the hell out of me last night, though, because I got up to pee and when I came back to bed, he was in my spot.  It was really dark, so I didn't see him.  I laid down and he started shrieking.  Then he got up and made himself a bed on the couch.  In the wee hours of the morning, he came in and gently inserted himself back in bed with us.  Arran has blossomed into such a loving dog.  He's definitely more temperamental than Zane is and much more willing to fight for what he wants.  But if he loves you, he gives you his whole heart.  And of all the dogs we've had, Arran has had the most empathetic heart.  He knows when Bill or I am sad and he's very good at comforting us with doggy hugs and kisses.

I read a pretty sad story from last month this morning.  A woman from Kentucky who voted for Donald Trump is now realizing that she could lose her health insurance.  This is a very serious problem for her, because her husband has non alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver and needs a transplant.  They had previously not been able to afford insurance and got it under the ACA.  She was under the impression that the law couldn't be repealed.  I have a bad feeling that many people who voted for Trump are about to find out the realities of what the next few years will be like.  Of course there will be some people who like and admire Trump.  Some will think he's a great president.  Time will tell...


"When It All Goes Wrong: We'll Turn This Ship Around" by Christine Lavin from christine lavin on Vimeo.

Once again, Christine Lavin is spot on.


  

Friday, January 13, 2017

Deal with it...

I am so tired of people saying "deal with it" in the wake of this election.  What gives one person the right to say "deal with it" to another person?  I think it's the height of rudeness.  If someone's bitching bothers you that much, it's probably best to simply walk away.  Telling them to "deal with it" is probably not going to get you the results you seek.  In fact, it'll probably make things worse.

I had an argument last night with an old friend of mine, who said he was upset about all the political bickering.  I can understand being upset about politics.  The election was a total cluster fuck and I am pretty sure that if Hillary Clinton had won, there would be just as much bitching if not more.  But as tiresome as arguing about politics is, it's really not right to tell someone to shut up about it.  People are understandably upset.  And perhaps, to them, "dealing with it" means talking about it or even bitching about it for awhile.  You don't have the right to tell them when they need to "get over it".  People will get over it when they start to feel secure again.  That may not be anytime soon.

My best advice to those who are tired of hearing people bitch about Trump is...  "deal with it".  People are going to bitch and it'll probably go on for as long as that man is president.  In fact, as bad as it was when George W. Bush was president, it'll probably be far worse when Trump is in office.  He takes inappropriate, narcissistic, belligerent behavior to an art form and he is an embarrassment to many American people.  But even though that's my best advice, I would never actually say that to someone unless they said it to me first.  Despite some people's opinions, I'm not that rude.

My friend and I had it out last night.  I was pretty upset with him because I felt he was behaving in a passive aggressive way.  He did not expressly tell me something was wrong, but did some things indicating that something was upsetting him.  I had to confront him.  And it made me sad because I've known him since we were 18 years old.  It's stupid to fight over politics, but it's also wrong to tell people what they can and can't say, especially in their "home".

Anyway...  I'm getting ready to go to France.  It's cold, snowy, and windy, but I'm more than ready to get out of here for a few days.  Hopefully, it'll be a good time for us all.