[Throwback Thursday — Originally published April 2014. Also part of a chapter in my memoir.]
Obviously, there are many ways to avoid getting arrested. But in reality, anything can happen. And to attack these people when you are utterly unaware of their side of the story, or the unbiased truth; to attack the people they love and who love them back, well, that’s not very humane at all. These people are hurting. They don’t need judgmental glances and gossip talked behind their backs; they need support and under-standing. Why have we become so incapable of that?
I love someone who is incarcerated. Actually, I love several people who are incarcerated — three, to be exact, and I’m sure I care about even more on a personal level, and probably more than half on a human level.
I’ve been watching Orange is the New Black. I finally caved.
I’m not finding it as enjoyable as I was expecting after all the hoopla I’ve heard from other people, but it’s not bad.
Piper’s annoying, I’m in love with Nicky, blah blah blah.
But something about the show really bugs me. They make Larry seem like the bad guy for being affected by his fiance’s incarceration.
Let me just say this right now — being the loved one of someone in prison is often like being in prison yourself. And it’s perfectly fine to feel that way.
I’ll admit I’ve only watched most of the first season, so maybe they address this. Maybe it’s not as bad as I’m making it out to be. Maybe Piper is going to be the bitch for acting all woe-is-me on Larry’s ass. But maybe not, so I’m writing this anyway.