Jesus wept. You saying the King of kings, the LORD of Heaven’s Armies, is acting like a woman (derogatory)? He in His humanity is our ideal as a species, He as Christ is YOUR (men’s) ideal as a husband, and you say this behavior He exhibited is beneath the male ideal?

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The post this stems from is even worse.

Walsh should tell that to the American soldiers who broke down and wept upon hearing the news of the Japanese surrender in 1945 as they were preparing to board the planes for the invasion. They cried because they realized that they were going to be allowed to live the rest of their lives instead of bring torn to shreds by gunfire as they planned.

How dare somebody get emotional after a robbery when they have a moment to take in what happened. He's thinking about how his entire life could have just been taken. His future wife, future kids who he'd never know because they would never exist, all of his future experiences for the next half century were in the hands of a senseless, violent maniac.

Yeah, yeah, we can pull out the whole Jesus wept thing. He cried for Lazarus, and He cried for Jerusalem. But He is hardly the only man who has cried. Jeremiah earned himself the moniker "the weeping prophet." David was moved to tears when brought face to face with his sin. Elijah cried about his situation. The Bible does not shame men for their tears. There is no verse that says women must remain the sex to cry while men must remain stoic, with the exceptions of birth and death. There is no verse.

The Bible does not promote the idea that you must have it all together. In fact, it speaks to being honest, sharing burdens with people of the church. While there is something to be said for men and women groups in a church, the Bible very clearly does not say burdens must not be shared with a spouse. By refusing to cry in front of your wife, you are not upholding a picture of Godly masculinity, but rather are using masculinity as an excuse to be proud.

You don't want to look weak or vulnerable in front of the one you are one with? Like seriously, your wife, your husband, is one with you. The Bible clearly states that. And that is the person you will not be vulnerable in front of? Whatever for? It boils down to pride. Matt Walsh is promoting and endorsing prideful behavior, when as Christians, we are not supposed to.

"We can't look weak to the women"- your Savior was beaten, stripped, and hung on a cross for a criminal's death for all to see, and you know which disciples sat and watched? Who did not lose respect? Who did not lose love? The women. The women were right there, watching Jesus at His weakest and most vulnerable moment. And Matt would have men remain stoic around their wives. So they don't look weak.

Have some humility.

There are times when tears must be held back. There are times when it goes from emotional overflow to just being whiny. That is true regardless of gender. That does not mean men should not cry in front of their wives. Yes, some men are naturally more stoic, and there's nothing wrong with that. But for heaven's sake, that is not some arbitrary standard for all men.

Because, no. Some women are. But I don't want a leader in my marriage. And if a guy comes along looking for ways that he can be my future leader, I'm out.

I want someone who will see and treat me as equal. Someone who will not have issue with me "taking the lead" on the occasion, and I in turn can trust when he needs to- but it's situation dependent and not some role assigned to us.

I don't want some guy who will take a bullet for me, but believes "feminine" roles are beneath him.

I don't want to be with someone who holds the final say. I want someone who will hear me and work with me regarding our future.

I want someone I can be strength to when he is weak, and someone who feels he can be weak around me, just as much as he wants to be that for me.

I don't want someone who thinks he has spiritual responsibility for me, but I don't have any for him. I don't want someone who is going to put himself in a position where he must maintain something -whether authority or responsibility or whatever else- over me in way I cannot do for him, because it would be "too masculine" for me.

I don't want a leader. Not a hardcore leader, nor a softer "servant leader." Nor anything in between.

I want a partner. Someone who is more interested in serving me as I him, and not in leading me.

I am not uptight about privacy because I'm hiding something. I'm uptight about it because the people who dismiss my right to privacy are dangerous to you and me and our families, personally, all the time.

Clearly doesn't matter if the person is trained or not to teach, apparently. Public schools are not really teaching kids.

Meanwhile, my brother is homeschooling his kids, matching their level of each subject to where they're at, and in many subjects, they're ahead of their peers. In others, they're on par to what their grade would be.

Since it's watermelon season!

I have never seen another allergy that has been so viscerally hated and mocked by people working in education like nut allergies. I’ve seen fellow teachers cringe that their classroom was the “nut free” classroom that year. Support staff that are trained and willfully don’t follow cross contamination protocol in the lunchroom because it’s too “tedious” or “time-consuming”. Full preschools + childcare centers that refuse to accommodate nut allergies. Schools where the only free lunch is a PB&J. Before/after school programs and summer programs whose food curriculum has nuts and doesn’t provide an alternative activity.

Allergy discrimination is so so insidious and prevalent. It’s happening behind their back and it is everything from the exposure joke to possibly causing someone to go into anaphylaxis from willful ignorance.

I was not downplaying this. The stigma is real, and people are 100% willing to let people with allergies die.

When my mom tried to enroll me in preschool, the school principal refused any basic accommodations like asking everyone to wash their hands after lunch before re-entering the classroom, not bringing straight up peanuts to snack time, etc. There was no such thing as a nut free classroom at the time. The principal told my mom and me (I was 4 at the time and definitely in the room when this happened) “if she’s so sick, she belongs in a bubble, not at school.” THE FUCKING PRINCIPAL! My mom had to threaten legal action under the ADA to get them to comply.

Look, I was on a 504 accommodation plan under the ADA for the entirety of my formative education (elementary thru high school). That’s all 12 years!!! And yet I have had teachers hand me items I’m allergic to as a “reward”. I have had other kids intentionally try to send me into anaphylaxis. One girl in 3rd grade asked me why I “wasn’t dead yet” when she had put on a lotion with almonds in it and then held my hand. I’ve had other parents write letters to the school saying what a terrible inconvenience it was to them to not be able to send their kiddo to school with PB&J, demanding I be Removed to a special education only class if my “needs” were such a “burden” to others. During elementary school “parties” held in the classroom on holidays and for student birthdays, I was always sent to sit out in the hallway or go to the library, because even though parents were only supposed to bring safe foods into the room (they had a list of all my allergies) they never once got it right. Administrators fought me tooth and nail for the right to carry my epi pen and other meds on my person at all times. Why they thought I would start dealing benadryl on the playground, I do not know. At lunch, I was always sat at a specific segregated table labeled the “Nut Free Table” alone because who the fuck is going to sit there with the literally segregated outcast? But ONCE notably I was sat on one side of a line of blue masking tape down the table top with the rest of my class on the other. One side was the NUTS side!!! As if allergens would respect that tape barrier. (Spoiler alert: they do NOT!)

Literally from preschool to my senior year of high school, I was “the peanut kid”. Other parents gave my mom books about how to “cure your child’s food allergies from HOME” by micro dosing with things they are allergic to (please never ever ever even attempt anything like a food challenge with a known allergen outside of the care and supervision of a medical professional, holy shit that’s so dangerous). My mom joined the PTA in my last year of high school so that I could maybe participate in all the senior-focused events like pool parties and breakfast at school on the first Friday of the month. The number of times another parent either (a) decided it wasn’t worth it to care or (b) intentionally brought peanut products to an event to spite either me or my mom??? I literally could not count. It happened constantly.

College was better, but I still occasionally had people BALK when I asked them to please not eat a Nature Valley bar with whole nuts in it right the fuck next to me in lecture, thanks. Work parties and catered lunches were always impossible. A few conferences I went to as an undergrad were SUPPOSED to be nut-free, but always fucked up the catering. At one, they set up snack tables by every exit of the conference auditorium so that when people left after the talk, they all congregated around the exits and opened macadamia nut cookies and granola bars. When I had subsequently had a massive allergic reaction and needed help getting home (I’d walked) after taking like 200mg of benadryl, the staff offered me a stack of napkins and a lukewarm apology.

Food allergy is a disability which touches literally every aspect of a person’s life. Everytime I share with someone new about what it was like growing up with my allergies, they have never heard anything like it in their lives. They’re always like “holy shit, seriously??? People did that??? Kids tried to kill you??? Parents wanted you kicked out of the classroom????” Yeah, man. Yeah. My own brother (who doesn’t have any allergies at all) doesn’t understand why I don’t “eat more adventurously” and why I won’t travel internationally. So, saying it REALLY LOUDLY for people in the back:

When on the flight Amy was fed bread that contained multiple things she was allergic to. The packaging was completely unlabled and she was never offered an allergy warning before or during the 13 hour flight. She had an allergic reaction and had a very hard time breathing and had to take the ONE epipen she had access to for this whole trip that day. She would not be able to get a new one. The flight attendants did not give a singular fuck about what happened to her and the position she was put in because of their carelessness.

Fast forward to the end of the trip. Luckily Amy had no further incidents during the trip. We get on the plane for the flight home and Amy asks about the food for the flight and if she can have the ingredients list. She also makes it clear to the flight attendants that this is really important because she has already had an incident and no longer has her epipen.

Do you want to know what the flight attendants did?

They kicked her off the plane. They kicked a seventeen year old off a plane and left her behind in an unfamiliar city because they would rather not deal with her disability. She delayed the flight for several minutes begging and crying for them to not leave her there. She told them she had no way of accessing a new epipen here, but they said she couldn’t fly without it. Me and my friend who were sitting next to her held her and argued with the flight attendant to keep her on the plane. She sobbed as she said she could just not eat anything, or that she could eat what she brought aboard. They still kicked her off. Bless the chaperone that chose to stay behind with her so she wouldn’t be alone.

You want to know the most fucked up part after that? The flight attendant who kicked her off was amused about the whole thing like it was some funny joke. Another one complained that “In all his years of working this job he had never been so disrespected.”

Amy and the chaperone ended up sleeping at that airport over night before they could get on another flight. I don’t remember if she was able to get another epipen for the flight home but I think she was.