Another month in this year over before I could even fully welcome and realize it, which makes me sad since I really like November. I’m a bit biased, as my birthday is at the start of the month, and it’s the start of the holiday season. The festive feeling is the only distraction there is from the biting, unrelenting coldness of a New England winter.
When in doubt, use a Hamilton lyric as your post’s title. -Jen Hurler
I didn’t want to make a vague or click-baity title, nor did I want to make the reader have to guess what I was going to talk about. I don’t really think I did a good job, but what can you do? This post began as a rant that I was struggling with internally when my Twitter feed went from mostly harmless musings on animation to the not so great outlooks for many non white, straight, 1-percenter Americans. My feed has always been a likely polarizing mix of animation anecdotes and women’s rights and video games and social justice. These things are all a part of my life and affect me, they make up who I am. My career and financial well-being lies in animation. My mental and physical health relies on my being able to support myself, and I’m lucky to work at a company that makes movies and offers wonderful healthcare/benefits. I’m also lucky (most of the time) that the thing I work in full-time is also the thing that is my, for lack of a better word, hobby. So I some times feel very self-conscious and dare I say, hypocritical, when I change gears on my feed.
My oh my how fall has fallen. Where September lagged for me, October just dropped like the leaves on the Whomping Willow.
I can’t be too hard time for…well, being time. But I do mind how much I didn’t mind it, because I just sort of missed out on lots of fun fall things. No apple picking or visiting Sleepy Hollow AGAIN in the two years I’ve lived close to it. No staying in a cabin like I’d planned. And I’m sure my outdoorsy boyfriend would have wanted loads more hiking and outdoor climbing treks.
But despite that, a lot did indeed happen last month!
While casually scrolling through my Facebook feed, I came across an article about a boy whose teachers referred to him as a mutt. It stuck out to me for a few reasons, initially because I saw the word “mutt” and immediately thought it might be about my favorite comic strip, Mutts, by Patrick McDonnell.
But it was far less saccharine, as the comment was a response to the boy’s bi-racial ethnicity, a comment that left him confused, and later hurt as others explained what it meant. That. That’s where my problem is.
I know that at this point, everyone ALWAYS says this, but I really do feel like this year only just started a little while ago. I’ve caught myself accidentally referring to February as a “few” weeks ago a number of times, as late as last week. I still remember the first day of the year so clearly (and the delicious Mexican restaurant around the corner that I still haven’t been back to since…so maybe that’s it!).
That being said, September did actually drag on a bit for me. I think I get really pumped up about it, what with the seasons changing and all of the back-to-school excitement, but then realize that none of that really affects me anymore and I get bummed out. I’ve been
forcefully removed from school for two years now, and yet I still let that autumn buzz hit me. Maybe because I didn’t actually get any closure? That for sure, but also because I think for a lot of people we still do just hold on to that fresh start. We love fresh starts! We’re only humans after all. Personally, I think that’s why New Years is a bit of a joke some times. Like, this “reset button” is essentially in the middle of nowhere. It’s not like you have a long break from work or that anything really changes. Arguably, the same goes for summer too, as an adult, but still people do tend to take advantage of the warmer months2 and take vacation. The logical part of that too being that most adults (at least that I work with) are parents and thus their kids are out and so their schedules adapt slightly.