or, Okay, My Battle Is GoFuckYrSelf
I’d just like to say a few words about telling someone to “pick their battles.”
In fact, in as few words as I can: GoFuckYrself.
“Pick your battles” almost always means “I don’t want to hear this right now. Asserting yourself makes me uncomfortable. Please select from this list of pre-approved concerns. That I wrote. For you. Kthxbi.”
Picking your battles is this bizarre American meme that really has widespread credence. People put it on pillows and mugs.
A popular variation, attributed to Jonathan Kozol is “Pick battles big enough to matter, small enough to win.”
Matters to whom? What’s in my toolkit? Are the people around me going to mansplain instead of helping out?
I haven’t ceded the right to make my own priorities. And you cannot assume unto yourself that right for anyone else.
Here’s a radical thought: if someone needs an ally, be an ally, and not an apologist tool for the oppressor.
And if you say “pick your battles” as code for “ya know, I kind of agree with the oppressive BS coming at you…”
Well, say it with me: