Woke Snowflake

Have you ever had the term “Snowflake” hurled at you, as some sort of invective? I was thinking about that as, strangely, enough, I have been called a snowflake so many times, I lost count.

Okay, let’s say that its true, I’m a snowflake…well, living in Canada, I am well acquainted with snowflakes, they are beautiful, unique but get a bunch of them together? You’re done…right, center or left…you’re done. Snowflakes can bring traffic, commerce and daily life to a grinding halt. Snowflakes can lock you down in your home and unfortunately, trap you in a vehicle. They require heavy equipment to move and sometimes, there are so many snowflakes that even heavy equipment can be pulled off the road, to hide in garages.

Woke? That one always makes me laugh, “woke” as opposed to what? Wandering around in a state of somnambulism? In all honesty, I can be accused of sleepwalking, in the morning, prior to a couple of cups of that beautiful dark brown mug of nirvana…☕ but in the interpretation tossed around by right wingnuts? Yes, absolutely, I am “Woke”. I am woke to the injustices and inequalities of the First World, to the people who aren’t melanin-challenged, to women, to the poor, to the challenged.

To the alt-right wingnuts? “Woke”, I don’t think it means what you think it means…but you do you, Boo.

I haven’t lost hope for said wingnuts; Christian Picciolini and Arno Michaelis are two examples. I have to believe there is hope.

I was once hate spammed, a few years ago, on WordPress; apparently labeled as “anti-white” by a band of knuckle dragging misfits. In all honesty, I found them to be a source of amusement, but then, I have that luxury and I do know it is a luxury, to laugh at them. I don’t worry about being pulled over by the police for “Driving while white”, (I do worry because I am the first to acknowledge my right foot can be leaden, at times.) I don’t worry going about my day to day doings or having some brown shirt banging on my door, to rip me from my home and family (I’m Canadian but you do know that I refer to ICE, in the U.S.).

I am quite happy to be called a “Snowflake” or “Woke”, in fact, it is the highest of compliments to me. So keep at it.