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July 3, 2023 - Candace Owens
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This Article on Drinking Changed My Life
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All right, guys. Some episodes ago, I guess on episode 99 to be specific, we discussed the issue of psychedelics, the topic of psychedelics and whether or not they should be legalized.
And I guess my issue that I take with conservatives who I perceive to be somewhat hypocritical because they are okay with drinking and our culture of alcohol, and they never talk about alcohol being prohibited, and yet they focus on drugs like marijuana and other psychedelics.
Well, I want to build on that conversation today, and I want to build on that conversation by sharing something personal with you.
Today is just going to be a personal journey.
All that coming up on Candace Owens.
You know, we make a tremendous effort to pay attention to all of your comments on various
episodes and making sure that we take time to respond to those comments.
And I pay attention to the fact that many of you bring up me and the fact that I don't speak much about my spiritualism, my faith journey.
Of course, I do always bring up the topic of my husband's Catholicism and that We come from a split household in terms of faith.
But I don't really give you guys too many personal bits of me.
And there's a lot of reasons for that.
The first reason is because, well, frankly it's too personal.
And sometimes I feel that when you overshare it becomes problematic because people then want to attack you based on the things that you shared.
The second reason is because I think that it becomes too preachy.
I don't like when conservatives and Republicans become too preachy, right?
When we become sort of the moral arbiters of society.
And I think that it can sometimes, even if it's accidental, make people feel like they're
not enough and I just don't want to become a part of that.
And sometimes it can be hypocritical, right?
I don't want to die by the sword of perfection, of people believing, like, oh, she's so perfect
then something comes out about me.
It's like, oh my gosh, look at this about Candace.
No, I'd rather remain the imperfect being that I am.
But this particular area, this particular topic that I'm about to bring up with you guys, is something that has been eating at me for a very long time since I got into politics because I do feel that I should be using my platform to talk about this.
But it's been difficult to talk about it, first and foremost, because there's not an audience for it.
I'm talking about drinking.
There's not an audience when you talk about why people should quit drinking or stop drinking or drink less.
Actually, left and right, if there's one thing that unites this country, it's the belief that we all deserve some cocktails, some alcohol, and some beer.
And there is a social pressure, I guess, almost to say, to be cool by drinking alcohol.
You see this all across Instagram, people with their wine glasses.
If you are a fun person, you are supposed to partake in alcohol.
And that has gnawed at me over time, because first and foremost, just to be open about it,
back in 2017, I quit drinking cold turkey.
And I did not quit drinking because I have a problem, which is already somehow a problem for people, right?
When you say, I quit drinking, they expect you to say, because I was an alcoholic and my life was spiraling.
No, my life was really great.
I made a decision to quit drinking, and I'm going to share with you why that decision was, how I came about that decision, rather.
But there's a lot of elements of it where I feel that when you talk about that topic, as I said, there's not an audience for it.
I don't know. People are tremendous hypocrites, as I mentioned earlier, that there's the conservatives that say that we should definitely ban and make sure that drugs remain illegal, but they partake in alcohol.
They're totally fine with the topic of alcohol.
But today I want to breach a subject, and I want to take you back to 2017.
So in 2017, just as I was starting my YouTube channel, so before anybody knew who I was, before people found me on Fox News or people found me even on YouTube, I was living in Connecticut and I was living with a girlfriend of mine who had a drinking bottle.
Problem. When I say a drinking problem, I mean that her entire life, everything that was happening in her life that was happening to her, all bad things, was because she could not stop drinking.
So she, at one time, had a very fancy job in New York City.
She was working for a private family, and that private family put her up in a swanky apartment in Manhattan.
And because of her drinking, she had sort of betrayed the trust of the person she was working for, and they fired her.
And she was making an incredible amount of money.
I mean, she was making over $5,000 a week.
And after she was fired and she could not find another job, she began to drink to sort of deal with this problem.
She asked me if she could temporarily move in with me.
Obviously, she could not afford the rent that her employer was paying for.
I said yes, and I just watched really her entire life implode and explode, both.
I watched her drinking wine every single night.
I would join her.
I'd have a couple of glasses. But she would drink in a way that led to just poor decision making.
I mean, she was running out of so much money because she had an addiction to wanting to buy...
The fanciest thing, maybe because of the person that she worked for.
But she had no job, so obviously it was clear that she was going to run herself into debt.
She eventually became unable to pay me anything.
I had offered for her to stay a few months for free and then to pay me.
She eventually came to me and said, I have no money.
She was sleeping around with a ton of guys.
She'd wake up with so much regret.
And then she began breaking things in my home because she would come back and she would be completely wasted and she would break personal objects of mine that meant a lot to me.
And we began to have a lot of issues.
And I would think in my head, this is so weird to me that she can't just stop drinking.
Her life is a disaster.
It's all because of drinking.
She betrayed the trust of her employer because she was drinking, and yet she was viewing alcohol as a problem solver.
Like, okay, well, I'm just going to drink, and then I'm going to let go of all of my problems temporarily.
And I judged her internally.
I judged her. And we began to have a lot of spats about her drinking.
It's so interesting to remember that because I realized that her journey eventually would become my journey and that she appeared in my life with this problem for a reason.
And we're going to discuss that a little bit further.
So one night I was researching articles, things that I wanted to send her to encourage her to stop drinking.
Again, I did not have a problem with drinking.
I could drink two glasses.
I could drink three glasses.
I could go out and have a wild night drinking.
But I never had an issue waking up, going to work, losing a job.
I was known as a very Very good worker before I got into politics, and my life was good.
My life was very good.
And so I was looking up an article trying to send her something to encourage her to maybe dial back the drinking, and I came across a random blog post where On a random, and I say random because she's not known, young woman's blog.
Her name was Sarah Bessie.
It was originally entitled So I Quit Drinking on her personal blog.
It has since then been republished under the title Why I Gave Up Drinking.
And I read the article, and the article changed my life.
The article made me want to stop drinking.
In fact, after I read the article, I stopped drinking cold turkey for two years, and I did not pick up a glass of liquor until two years later.
I met my husband.
We were getting married, and people just kept popping champagne.
And eventually I gave in to the pressure, but I want to be clear.
I am still not a drinker.
People do not know me as a drinker.
I actually calculated in the past More than six months, my past eight months since my daughter was born, since I was actually allowed to drink liquor again, not being pregnant anymore, I have only drank on six occasions.
And every time I do it, I do it rather begrudgingly.
I don't actually like to drink.
I do it to be somewhat social.
People don't think of Candace Owens as a drinker.
And in political circles, they probably would say Candace Owens just simply does not drink.
So this is the article that I read, and the reason why I want to read it in its entirety is because it's so powerful that when I read it the first time, I cried.
Which was something I was not prepared to do.
And when I read it yesterday in preparation for today, I cried again.
It's such a weirdly powerful article.
And I'm sharing this not because I want to tell you to stop drinking, not because I want to lecture you about your own habits, but because there could be somebody who similarly, like I was in this predicament, does not have a problem with drinking and needs to hear this article anyways.
It could change your life.
It certainly did mine.
So, again, this article is entitled, So I Quit Drinking.
One of my most vivid childhood memories is of my mother and my father standing at our
kitchen sink in Winnipeg, surrounded by the last empty bottles, big smiles on their faces
as my mother poured each one out.
The bottles made that glug-glug noise when the pouring is too fast for the opening.
We made an occasion out of that moment as a family.
It was a celebration, a milestone, one that my sister and I didn't quite understand, but
felt the relief in our home.
My parents had a complicated relationship with alcohol.
Not exactly personally, although there were some of that, but within their larger story of family and friends.
When they converted to Christianity in their 30s, they were under no illusions, and they were desperate to make everything new.
They poured out all of the alcohol in the house in a grand renunciation of the old ways, the old bondages, the old addictions, the old possibilities.
They wanted something new and different and better.
They were new people, a new creation.
A new story was going to be written about their family.
In the old hard drinking days of business, my father never veered from his Diet Coke once.
Their relationships with some family members became tense because no one remembered how to hang out without a beer.
They tried not to judge others, but they knew what they knew.
To them, this wasn't even a choice to stop drinking.
It was simply who they were now.
They untethered drinking from their identity and they never looked back.
It's been about 30 years since that decision now.
A lot of their friends and family have joined them in their temperance now.
So I never saw an adult drunk in my childhood to my memory.
I never witnessed an excess of alcohol.
I grew up in a sober home where adults having fun was never linked to the clinking of ice cubes or lipstick stains in a wine glass.
My parents were young.
They were filled with life and joy and hope.
Who needed alcohol now?
The first time I drank alcohol, I was about 14 years old.
I lied to my parents and went to a party at a friend's house where we drank cheap red wine and those sickly sweet wine coolers with all the cool kids.
I didn't like it much, but I kept at it.
After all, it was worth the effort.
Look at how I was fitting in now.
I was already smoking a pack a day.
What was a bit of booze? And a year later, I had more regrets than any 15-year-old should have.
At 17, I decided to follow God for my own self.
I quit drinking as part of the deal and I didn't touch the stuff for 10 years.
Then I decided that I wanted to have wine with dinner like civilized grown-ups.
I wanted the lovely glass of red beside me as I read my books.
I wanted to know about the world of wine, tastes, bouquets, tannins, regents, all of it.
Brian began to enjoy craft beer.
He would buy a six-pack of beer and it would last for six months.
I would buy a bottle of red and it would last for a week.
We sipped wine occasionally and turned the radio to NPR. For ten years, we drank alcohol in this way, occasionally, barely, and with interest.
We liked to learn about it.
We liked the world of craft beer and wine.
But slowly, I began to drink more than my husband.
His rare growler of beer still lasts, but my bottle of wine on the sideboard began to disappear a bit sooner, and then the bottle became a bigger bottle of cheaper variety, and then the big bottles became a box of wine.
I kept it in the kitchen cupboard.
My parents grew accustomed to my drinking, even accepting.
I never drank in front of them out of respect for their journey.
They listened to my reasonings about social drinking in moderation and our freedom in Christ.
I grew to love the imagery of wine and scripture, to see it as an emblem of the new city and the heavenly banquets.
I liked the sophistication of wine, the theology of wine, the metaphor of wine, the community around wine at the table.
I liked the celebration of champagne, the warmth of a Cabernet, the summer light of Chardonnay.
Without noticing, I was drinking almost every night now.
It didn't bother me in the least.
I have learned that when you are walking with Jesus, the Holy Spirit is always up to something.
And when it comes to conviction, I have found the Spirit to be gentle but relentless.
Change and transformation is an ongoing process.
I'm always grateful how the spirit isn't harsh or overwhelming, but rather how at the right time and in the right moment, we know it's time to change.
We begin to sense that this thing that used to be okay is no longer okay.
The thing that used to mean freedom has become bondage.
The thing that used to signal joy has become a possibility of sorrow.
The thing that used to mean nothing has become something, perhaps everything.
Or at least that's what happened to me.
It was fine.
Everything was fine.
And then I knew that it wasn't going to be fine for much longer.
Because a year ago, I knew God wanted me to stop drinking.
And I fought it with my reason.
Oh, I had all of the excuses for why I could keep enjoying my wine in the evenings.
I work hard.
I give so much.
I'm never hungover. It doesn't affect my life.
It's social. It's fun. It's in the Bible for pity's sake.
But still, I sensed the Spirit, infinite, patient, and rueful love, waiting for me to trust the invitation as I defiantly poured another glass of wine.
I began to be haunted by the writer of Hebrews who said,"'Let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up, and let us run with endurance the race God has set before us.'" I began to wonder why I was resisting throwing off the weight of alcohol, why I was so determined to keep running my race with this habit that had begun to feel so heavy.
In my soul, I could see the Holy Spirit practically jogging alongside of me to say every now and again, aren't you ready to put that heavy weight down yet?
I think it's time you stopped this one.
It's your time to put it down.
It looks to me like it's getting heavier the longer you hold on.
No, no, I'm fine.
I'll just keep going like this.
Everyone else does. It's fine.
We're all fine. I'm fine.
Look at how fine we are.
Pant. Pant. Maybe I'll just sit down at the side of the road for a while to catch my breath.
In my life, when it comes to the dawning of change, it can feel as if God presses a thumb down on something in my life.
As if to say, here, this spot, this one.
Let's stay here for a while.
I want to lean on this. It has happened about other habits or dependencies or sins or stumbles in my life as I follow Jesus.
I'm always glad for it.
This has been the source of a lot of transformation in my life.
Something that was okay suddenly becomes not okay, and inside of that, there is an invitation to more shalom, more peace, more hope, more love, more trust, more wholeness.
It's never about deprivation.
It's about becoming who we were meant to be all along.
In the old days, they used to call this holiness or sanctification.
Both words we don't hear much because they lost some meaning by their misuse, perhaps.
I do know this sort of transformation, whatever we want to call it, hardly ever happens all at once.
It's a slow burn, and it refines and clarifies and distills.
We grow into our new choices.
I remember when I felt that thumb press down on my cynicism, for instance.
I had become so dependent on my cynicism, on my know-it-all tendencies, on my yeah, but, when it came to everything, that I was missing so much of life and goodness and hope and possibility.
I felt that challenge from the Holy Spirit for a year before I began in earnest to lean into the healing, into the renewal of hope again in my life.
And that was one of the hardest and best things God has ever done in me.
The pressing of God's thumb has felt like the hand of a massage therapist to someone with knots in their back.
Here is the knot, the pressure point, the source of the pain.
And the pressing perhaps feels like more pain until suddenly it feels like release
and exhale and movement.
Yes, God's thumb had come down on my drinking and I was wriggling under the weight,
resisting and bargaining and excusing.
Conviction often begins with noticing.
I began to see how alcohol-centric our culture has become, to see how much of our version
of fun revolves around wine or beer or some form of alcohol, to see how unhealthy our
dependence is, to see the industry around it, capitalizing and marketing and selling
and manipulating and exploiting.
I began to see what those no-fun teetotalers a hundred years ago had seen, how the victims
of alcohol were almost always the ones who were the most vulnerable, how it impoverished
families and lives, how it threw a lit match into powder kegs of longings.
I began to see how unhealthy it made me feel in mind and body.
I began to read new stories I had somehow missed about how alcohol was linked to so
much physical toll in our bodies.
I began to see women of my generation becoming increasingly dependent, as wine was marketed
to women as the rest or as the treat that they deserved for their exhaustion and their
diligence and their selflessness.
I began to see news stories everywhere about the rise of women drinking.
I began to read memoirs and stories and articles from women who had become caught in drinking too much and about how they felt addicted and dependent and entangled almost before they knew it.
I also began to notice how the church had begun to embrace drinking as well.
Others of my generation who had also grown up in legalism regarding or abstention from alcohol, perhaps, and so were exploring their emancipation with microbrews and homemade wine over thick theology books and Bible studies and hymn sings.
Then I began to wonder about stumbling blocks and I couldn't seem to shake off early church admonitions to consider one another, to give preference to one another's weaknesses.
Were we setting someone else up?
Were we judging the ones who abstain as legalists?
I remembered Brennan Manning, the man who has translated the love of God in a way that I could receive it more than probably any other writer.
He was addicted to alcohol, and I re-read up one of his last books before he died entitled, All Is Grace, A Ragamuffin Memoir, where he vulnerably writes about what this battle has cost him, even as he experienced the unending and unconditional love of God in the midst of it, how he experienced regret and pain and loss alongside of the love and tenderness of God in this dependency, I thought about the ragamuffin for many, many days.
I began to notice my friends who were in recovery.
I began to notice how hard it is to be in recovery, to be an abstainer in a world of drinking, and how it was somehow just as hard to be an abstainer in the church as outside of the church.
I stopped posting pictures of wine on my Instagram.
I began to wonder if I was thinking of myself and my own freedom more than I was considering others.
I began to notice how one glass of wine almost always means two or three.
I began to realize I was not a special snowflake somehow immune to addiction and dependence.
I began to see what my parents had always seen because I had began to see it in myself.
And still, the Holy Spirit sat with me waiting for me to trust this invitation.
Not to moderation, not to legalism, not to counting drinks or accountability or reasonableness.
No, I was under no illusions.
This would be a full-scale surrender, a laying down my preferences and rights to embrace what just might be something better.
I thought it would be hard.
I thought it would be awful.
I thought I'd be the odd person out in get-togethers.
I thought I'd be perceived as a legalist.
I thought I'd be judged for my own convictions.
I thought I would miss it too much.
So I quit drinking, quietly, without a lot of fanfare.
It's been a while now.
I simply stopped one day and I haven't had anything to drink since that day.
The surprising thing to me is this, it's been good.
I haven't missed it.
I haven't felt like an outsider.
I haven't felt longings to drink.
In fact, I have noticed that my not drinking has given other people permission to stop too.
I wonder if my experience here is a grace that was given to me.
Once I stepped out in trust, once I said yes to the invitation from God,
I was met with goodness.
I was prepared for struggle to quit.
I wasn't prepared for how good I would feel in my body, in my soul, and in my mind.
It felt exactly like setting down a weight.
I was surprised at how wide and spacious I began to feel in my soul.
I would think, do I want wine tonight?
And always, I would respond to myself, no, I'm a non-drinker.
Drinking isn't who I am anymore.
I stopped asking myself if I wanted to drink.
I always didn't. I don't know where that thought came from.
I had my suspicions that was prompted by the Holy Spirit.
Let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up, and let us run with endurance the race God has set before us.
I began to move freely, and then I felt like I was flying.
My older children asked me about it eventually.
They said, Mom, you don't buy wine anymore, do you?
I said, No, I don't.
They both smiled, and one of them said, Good, I'm glad.
I don't think it's good for you.
I'm glad you're like Granny and Papa now.
I said, Me too.
I didn't know that my children were paying much attention to me pour that glass of wine every night.
They were watching, aren't they always?
So much of what we teach our children is caught rather than taught.
I still don't think drinking is a sin across the board.
Nope. It's a deeply personal choice.
Not all sin is clear cut.
It's often deeply tied to our motives and our hidden choices.
I have zero judgment of anyone else's choices.
Conviction isn't one size fits all.
After all, I was fine with drinking for a really long time until all of a sudden I wasn't anymore.
For some people, a drink is just a drink and that's okay.
lot of people who know that a drink can be dependence and distrust and damage and danger.
I don't presume to make decisions for anyone else.
I'm wary of taking on the role of Holy Spirit in someone else's life.
But if it feels like a weight, imagine how free you'll be when you lay it down.
If you're sensing the invitation, it's not an invitation to deprivation, but an invitation to abundance.
I think that conviction has gotten a bit of a bad rap in the church over the past little while and it's understandable.
We have an overcorrection to a lot of legalism and boundary marker Christianity that damaged so many.
The behavior modification and rulemaking and imposition of other people's convictions onto our own souls.
But in our steering away from legalism, I wonder if we left the road to holiness or began to forget that God also cares about what we do and how we do it and why.
Conviction is less about condemnation than it is about invitation.
It's an invitation into freedom.
It's an invitation into wholeness.
Perhaps our choices towards those invitations from God are really an intersection for our agency or free will and the Holy Spirit's activity.
Maybe that's where transformation begins.
I quit drinking because I felt like God asked me to quit drinking.
I've never regretted saying yes to God.
On a Saturday morning I poured the last of the wine in my house down the sink.
I was alone. No audience for me.
I thought of my mother and my father and their brand new believer zeal.
How all of those years earlier I had witnessed this same moment in their lives.
Perhaps I was always headed towards the same emancipation.
I'm a bit older than they were on that day in Winnipeg when they poured out the booze.
Then I put our fancy wine glasses away and I liked how open and clean everything looks now.
I put the kettle on for a cup of tea.
So that's it. That is the article in its entirety.
And strangely, when I heard that article, I broke, I mean, I just broke down crying after reading it.
It was so strange. It's like something overcame me and I just thought, this is it.
It was the something that was okay that she describes that suddenly became not okay.
And somewhere in that, an invitation to more shalom and more peace and more hope and more love and more trust and more wholeness.
And I always think back to it and I think how strange that this happened just before I started my YouTube channel.
Just before I decided that I was going to take the sleep into politics.
I felt this spirit kind of pressing its thumb on me on this one area.
Why is this girl in my life just ruining her life with alcohol at the exact same time that I'm thinking about this huge career change and jumping into politics?
What could all of this mean?
You don't know when you take a leap of faith.
When I try to think backwards on it, when I really reflect on why that happened and why I suddenly became really committed to not drinking, And I think about everything that I've seen in politics.
I have almost no doubt that God sort of opened this entire life up to me.
The success of my career, everything.
But he, for whatever reason, wanted me to be sober.
And what that reason probably is, is that so many people in politics self-destruct because they are addicts.
It was the truth.
I can think of so many people that you follow and people that are congressmen that you place
a lot of faith in that I would see just completely, well, I would say not acting very conservatively
during the Trump years at the Trump Hotel.
And I realized that if I did not have a clear mind, if I was not seeing these people and
just going to bed, maybe I would have ruined my own life.
Maybe I would have been caught in some scandal.
We've seen people in scandal after scandal in politics.
And it's probably because there is some drinking involved.
People don't make good decisions when they're drunk.
And so I was grateful that I jumped into politics as a teetotaler the first two years.
And I then inspired Charlie Kirk, who I was working with, to not drink.
And the two of us just didn't drink.
And for two years, we went everywhere and we spoke everywhere.
And people couldn't comprehend it.
They couldn't comprehend it because the first thing they think when you say that you don't drink is that you must have had a problem.
You're a former addict and you're in AA meetings and you don't drink.
And they go, oh, whoa, you know. And there's nothing there.
I didn't have a problem.
But I think I would have had a problem.
And I think that God knew.
That I would have had a problem if I jumped into an arena as vicious as politics without a clear mind.
And so today, like I said to you, to be completely honest, I do drink on occasion, I guess you could say.
I've drank six times since July, and it's always begrudgingly.
But as I read this article, I'm ready to recommit myself not to drink.
And I want to be able to give that option.
I love when she talks about Giving other people the permission to not drink.
And I feel that with my platform, I want to give people the permission to not drink.
To know that to have a platform or to be cool or to have followers, you don't need to associate yourself with alcohol.
So I guess a lot of that may make me seem like an uncool person in today's culture.
Like somehow we've associated being fun and being cool with drinking.
But it's not. I want people to know that on the other side of that, my life has become freer.
I feel more disciplined.
I'm scaling mountains that I've never scaled before.
I think I'm a better friend.
I know for certain that I am a better person, that I'm a better partner, that I'm a better mother than I would have been had drinking had been a part of my life.
And I don't say that to pressure you because...
How could I? I would be an absolute hypocrite if I said that to pressure you.
I drank with the best of them.
I had more nights that I couldn't remember than probably anyone in my early 20s.
But again, it's about giving people permission to choose something different.
And I don't want to feel...
That I have to pretend that I think drinking is okay just because the entire world doing something doesn't make it right and doesn't make it okay.
And that's really all I'm going to say about that for now.
I do want to slowly unpack this because there's more here.
We should talk about the lies surrounding the failure of prohibition.
We should talk about the history of drinking in America.
And we should talk about a lot of societal ills that we are facing today Because of this one area that people don't have the confidence to address, that I didn't have the confidence to address, but I feel like I now do.
Like, I feel certain that there was a reason that God wanted me to stop drinking and gave me this platform following that decision.
But for now, that's all I'm going to say about that.
All right, let's jump right into some of your comments from episodes past.
This comment is regarding something that I always say, which is, your life is your fault.
It's very important for people to know that.
And I particularly say this regarding people who think that having a bad childhood somehow excuses them to be bad adults.
And they always go back and say, well, I lived this in my childhood, so it's totally fine.
Great cultural example of that is Prince Harry.
He's been an awful human being publicly.
He's thrashed his parents, his friends.
His grandparents, he's using his dead mother to sell books, and yet he goes, oh, but, you know, because in middle school my brother didn't talk to me.
What? That doesn't work like that.
You don't get to be a bad person.
Or he says, of course, because my mother died, I'm allowed to now be a horrible person and a horrible person to my family and selling them out.
It doesn't work like that. See, Franco writes, which he's quoting me here, how you respond to your childhood is entirely your fault.
He says, A child's mind and spirit are 100% built by parents, but not all parents are good at doing it.
A broken child grows up to be a broken adult.
We all need some adjustment or repair, some more than others.
I don't disagree with that. I think we're saying exactly the same thing.
A broken child can grow up to be a broken adult, but once you're an adult, you're an adult, and it's time to repair your own table, right?
And that's why I say your life is your fault, and we have to stop excusing people and saying that you're allowed to be a bad person because of a past experience trauma.
And I also want to say this.
The overwhelming majority.
I mean, find me a person that has had a perfect cushion childhood.
I think that's what's wrong, is that for some reason we all have in our figment of imagination that there are people that have perfect childhoods.
And presumably there are, but it's a handful, right?
People have issues because human beings are fallible.
And because we sin and because we have baggage and we unload that baggage on our children.
And people can be traumatized by weird things, you know?
And I told you a story of a girlfriend of mine who was traumatized when her parents told her, because her childhood was so cushiony, that she suddenly had to pay rent.
But she was legitimately traumatized by this.
She was like, I have no skills.
I've never had to do anything my entire life.
And now my parents are kind of leaving me alone.
And she went through a period of abandonment.
We can't all just say that because in our minds we have some idea that somebody else is living a better childhood, that that somehow allows us to become bad adults because we suffered a different childhood.
The majority of people have suffered blows in their childhood.
It's not about whether or not you've suffered them, it's how you respond to them.
So I think my point still holds in that you actually are agreeing with me but saying it in a different way.
The next comment is regarding one-piece swimsuits.
I have said we should bring them back.
I'm a fan of them. I think they're really classy.
A liberal conservative writes, Candace, I'm such a huge fan.
I read your book. I think you're the most important woman in America right now.
You're doing such a great job fighting in the culture wars and speaking the truth.
Real black culture is conservative black culture.
I listen to you and Amala from PragerU five days a week.
There's only one thing I disagreed with you about, and that was last week when you
said bring back the older style classic swimsuits for women.
I definitely prefer the skimpy swimsuits that women are wearing today, but other than that,
I'm feeling you on everything else.
Agree to disagree.
Listen, like I said, I'm not coming for your bikinis.
I'm not coming for your thongs.
You wear what you want at the beach.
I am just commenting that I think women look more beautiful when they're covered up.
This has been an opinion of mine that has transformed over time.
When I was younger, I thought the exact opposite.
And then now when I look at women and they are completely covered up and dressed up, I just think they look so glamorous.
And it hits at the idea that That mystery is desirable, right?
When people don't know everything about you and can't see everything about you, they want to know more about you.
They want to imagine.
They want to use their imagination and think, wow, this person's super beautiful.
But when you show them everything, it leaves a lot to be desired.
And so I think that maybe with time, you might start to agree with me.
Maybe when I start rocking all these cool one pieces and people are like, actually, you know what?
You don't really need to have your torso out and your butt cheeks out and your boobs out to look beautiful and desirable.
My opinion, we can agree.
I just agree. Ladies and gentlemen, that is all the time that we have for today.
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