My concern for you is genuine,
It’s heartfelt, true, and strong
And it hurts my very soul to see
The way they do you wrong
Now, I’ve got a few suggestions
Of some things that you could do
So just put your life on hold
While I pontificate to you.
I’m a Social Justice Warrior
And you know I’m on your side
In the fight against inequities
Which cannot be denied
It is clear that change is needed
It is clear our views align
But… it’s just… I’d like it better
If the plans you use were mine
Don’t you see? I am your ally!
One you dare not risk to lose!
So my clever new idea
Is the one you ought to choose!
Okay, fine, my help’s not wanted!
Suit yourselves—it’s just as well.
If you disrespect your allies
Well, then, fuck you—go to hell!
It occurs to me that the sort of ally described here will see himself described and say “finally, someone gets it!”
I’ve been doing less writing recently (as some commenters have noted), but a lot more reading and listening. In part that is because things are going quite well in meatspace (I tend to write more when I get anxious), and in part that is because, in fixing a computer, I lost my old aggregator and started reading about other things instead. Stuff outside my areas of expertise, where my urge to help was tempered by the knowledge that I was an ignorant outsider.
I did note, though, that being an ignorant outsider was not stopping everybody.
And I noted (or rather, saw it pointed out over and over again, across many different populations) a subgroup of ignorant outsiders who were offended when their offers of help were not met with thanks, cookies, and glitter. This verse is for them.
Oh, and probably this verse, too.