A little background:

A few weeks ago, I got invited into Pantsuit Nation on Facebook.  It started as a Hillary Clinton supporter group, but since the election, it’s become the kinda thing that’s come to be known as a “Safe Space.”

After being there for a few weeks and reading a bunch of posts, I just wanted to send a public message to any “politically incorrect” individual who thinks Safe Spaces are some kind of playpen for adults, filled with kittens and rainbows and unicorns where people pretend the world is cotton candy and everyone’s a special little liberal snowflake…

You have absolutely No. Fucking. Idea. What you’re talking about.

Safe Spaces exist to help people open up and share stories that they wouldn’t (or couldn’t) tell anywhere else.  They’re most associated with colleges because young people who’ve just moved away from their small, conservative hometowns may have never been able to talk openly about being LGBTQ.  Or a feminist.  Or a liberal.
Or a sex crime victim.

See, another word for Safe Space is “support group.”

So let me just clear something up: in a Safe Space…
…you will hear some harrowing shit.
…you hear some nightmare-inducing shit.
…you will get very angry at the motherfuckers who’ve marginalized and abused the participants.
…and you’ll be very goddamn thankful for your own sheltered existence.

Let me suggest – if you have even the slightest interest in our common humanity, that you find someone who will vouch you into a Safe Space. Then go, keep your fucking trap shut and just listen.

Just be prepared to hate yourself for ever, ever mocking the practice.

(oh and feel free to send this to any conservative friends who are being assholes right now)