COMMON SENSE DIES AGAIN: Daphne Joy’s “Safe Space” Zone Was Just a Room Full of Beanbags and a Sink, and My Tax Dollars Paid for the Plumber
I’ve seen it all now. I walk into the new community center (which we were told would be for *everyone*), and what do I find? A room labeled “The Daphne Joy Safe Space for Emotional Decompression.” Inside? A dozen beanbags, one sink, and a laminated poster of a cat hanging from a branch. No tables, no outlets, no actual purpose. When I asked the coordinator what “decompression” meant, she told me it’s for people who feel “stressed by common sense conversations”—like asking why my neighbor’s pit bull is loose again. Just call me old-fashioned, but I don’t need a sink and a beanbag to handle a disagreement. Maybe we should spend this money on fixing the pothole that ate my Honda Civic last week. Daphne Joy would probably need a cushion for that, too. Get real.