I’m in this weird, needlessly crabby mood this evening, and I can’t shake it. I spent, I dunno, a week and a half or so trying to cut my brainmeds in half again, with the idea of extinguishing them altogether if that worked out, and… well, the election put the kibosh on that idea, because if there was ever a time in my life where taking anti-anxiety meds made really good sense, it’s the last few weeks. Making things worse, I started reading a book called An Indigenous Peoples’ History of the United States a day or two ago. As it turns out out that has not been a way to improve my mood– which, granted, isn’t history’s job, and I kind of owe it to myself to be as clear-eyed as I can about history. And then I run into paragraphs like this:
But scalp hunting became routine only in the mid-1670s, following an incident on the northern frontier of the Massachusetts colony. The practice began in earnest in 1697 when settler Hannah Dustin, having murdered 10 of her Abenaki captors in a nighttime escape, presented their ten scalps to the Massachusetts General Assembly and was rewarded with bounties for two men, two women, and six children.
I have bolded the words I find problematic; perhaps you can figure out why on your own. That and the author’s odious practice of using the phrase “U.S. Americans” when she ought to say “Americans,” a word that is entirely unambiguous in its meaning, mean that the book is a tougher slog than I’m really in the mood for at the moment. At least she’s not saying “USian,” a word that will immediately cause me to disregard everything someone has to say about any subject at all.
I probably ought to read the book sometime, mind you. I just don’t think it needs to be this week.
Gonna go see Moana tomorrow, I think. We’ll see if that helps at all.
Possibly not the best place to put this, but if any of you love me at all, and you have a couple of extra bucks lying around, it’s been a distressingly long time since I’ve sold a book. This is primarily because I’ve put little to no effort into such things lately, but if you care to help me out, it’d be great. Print books make great gifts!