No one cares. No one. Not me. Not my friends. Not anyone who has to work for a living.
I never try to put my religious or political beliefs on anyone. Because half the time I’m not even sure what they are. I wish people would stop trying to put theirs on me.
I am a school counselor. A Wife. A mother of four.
I work in the Chicago Public Schools with children who see so much gun violence that they are totally desensitized by it all.
I have two brothers and countless relatives and friends that are policemen.
I live in the real world. I have real problems. I make a real living.
So I really don’t give an F what celebrities have to say. Especially about politics. Unless it’s Oprah.
Celebrities are here to entertain me. Not tell me how I should feel or what I should believe in. Celebs are so far removed from what it’s like to be a real American. Just like politicians.
What a coincidence.
I had CNN on the other day watching coverage of the Women’s March. Madonna said “F you” twice on live television. My kids were in the room.
They didn’t even flinch. The are also desensitized by foul mouths. But when my kids hear the F word I want it to be from me. Not Madonna.
I don’t care that Madonna wants to blow up the White House. I don’t care that Meryl Streep hates Donald Trump. I don’t care. And most people don’t.
Just because you’ve played a policeman on television doesn’t mean you understand what it’s like to be one. Just because you had a teacher or know one, doesn’t mean you know what it’s like to be one.
Our lives are real. And yours may have been at one time too. But yours are not anymore. You’ve become delusional that you’re more important than you really are.
All I care about is me. And my family. And my students. And my friends. And you don’t know the first thing about any of them.
So go blow it out your ol’ wazoo.