Tis the season my fall loving friends. It’s that time of year when only an 82-degree day at the beginning of October can piss you off. Well, that and all the 82-year old, rich, white guys in DC, but let’s attempt to stay on track here.
It all begins near the end of summer. I am suddenly over the warm season and want nothing to do with pools, BBQs, the sun, outdoor parties, and, dare I even say Aperol Spritzes? The cravings for hints of cinnamon, red wines, rainy days, homemade soups, chunky sweaters, pumpkins as big and as orange as you know who, and anything that slightly resembles fall is in high gear. And trust me when I tell you, once it begins, it does not end. Kind of like Trump’s early morning rage tweets. Sometimes, when I am hankering to watch something truly horrifying to really get into the Halloween spirit of things – I’ll turn on the news.
For some, being obsessed with fall is almost like being in a cult. But instead of drinking cool-aid and having a master that is probably a sexual deviant, we drink pumpkin ales and fight the patriarchy.
You know an autumn obsessed human when you see one. Typically we are fashioned in heavier textiles either in earth tone shades, all black, or plaid. Not only do these materials and layers help keep us cozy and warm, but with any luck, they even help ward off catcalls. Careful now – I wouldn’t want to suggest that what I choose to wear could possibly cause a dude to holler at me about how my body makes them feel. You know, because it’s my body and wardrobes fault. It’s certainly not their fault. Perhaps I’m just all “mixed up” at the moment.
Ok back on track now. Some of us fall loving folks may even tap into our inner autumnal witch, the more macabre side of who we are if you will. Now, don’t get me wrong – I’m not sitting at home putting spells on The White House and crafting Lindsey Graham voodoo dolls. Oh goodness no, actually, what I’m doing is far more sane than that. I’m just over here worshiping the changes in nature and all the fall vibes around me. But something within me is beginning to simmer. The need to cast something is there and it’s feeling feisty.
We all know what’s coming once autumn kicks in. Everything around us is about to go darker and grow colder. Kind of like a Kavanaugh testimony. Some may even say it feels reminiscent of the times at the moment.
Dark and cold.
For myself, I come alive at this time of year. There is something in the air that even makes me feel more empowered.
Ah yes. I know precisely where that empowerment from within is coming from. It’s so simple and you can feel it too.
It’s casting votes people. It’s all coming from there. VOTE. Are you pissed off? Vote. Not at all happy with the going ons around you? Freaking vooooooote. If you’re not registered to vote – register. But make it swift (no pun intended) because time is indeed running out. Like, for real. Start here. Then go grab the polls by the balls and feel the empowerment that voting gives you. It’s your goddamned right to do so. Exercise it.
Save the date: November 6.
And just one more time for good measure. Vote. xo, Lauren
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