I’ve seen a lot of ALF cartoons floating around the last few days. I imagine you have too, unless you are hiding somewhere under a rock. President Trump made a statement that was objectively unhinged and the interweb went wild. I want to be clear that I have a sense of humor. I do. And… Continue reading All Fail the Racists.
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Anxious Baby.
I thought today about all the ways in which I suffered with anxiety at a young age. Anxiety before it was a thing. Anxiety before it was a hash tag or the topic for several reels or the reason why everyone needs accommodations and therapy. And don’t get me wrong. They should. We should. Everyone… Continue reading Anxious Baby.
Dr. Bunsen Honeydew Saved Me. Sort of.
I was at a good friend’s apartment last night, and he brought up Bunsen Honeydew. Actually, I made a sound that was Beaker like, and the conversation turned to Bunsen. In case these names are foreign to you, these are characters from the Muppets. Why were we talking about the Muppets? Well, it’s age appropriate… Continue reading Dr. Bunsen Honeydew Saved Me. Sort of.
Stay soft, girl.
A friend recently sent me a story on social media. There were so many parts of it I loved, but admittedly, it resonated with me immediately. I didn’t need a buy in. It was one of those stories where there are beautiful scenes of nature, and a voiceover (a lovely, soothing voice) and the words… Continue reading Stay soft, girl.
Bunched Panties.
Recently, a co-worker of mine, a man, was seemingly trying to defend my honor and advised me that he told another man, who is employed by a vendor we work with, that “to say my panties were in a bunch would be an understatement.” I was honestly speechless. I could spend time telling you how… Continue reading Bunched Panties.
But I’m allergic to cats.
I think that we all knew I was going to take issue with Mr. Vance at some point or another, right? I have to. I have no choice. The thing is, this decision is not one I came to easily, by any stretch. Strange, right? Why not? He’s exactly the kind of turd that I… Continue reading But I’m allergic to cats.
Intoku.
I met someone recently that invited me to explore the concept of intoku. When I looked up what intoku meant, I found a few definitions with a common theme: good done in secret, specifically the act of doing good secretly, for its own sake. Has a similar feel to altruism, but not quite. I had… Continue reading Intoku.
All. The. Weird.
I like weird. All the weird. The weirder the better. I have always liked weird. I only label it as weird because our society has ostensibly labeled it as weird. It’s only really ever been the things that make me feel more comfortable. The uncomfortable weirdness of being human. All the things that make us… Continue reading All. The. Weird.
Broken Bowls.
“You can put a broken thing back together- it’s just going to be different.” That was a sentiment that resonated with me when I recently listened to an episode of ‘This American Life.’ The episode (#827) was premised on the tale of Humpty Dumpty- the fella who had a great fall and couldn’t put himself… Continue reading Broken Bowls.
Happy I’m-Sorry-My-Independence-Makes-You-Uneasy Day.
“So, you have a whole bunch of invitations- you just don’t want to accept them, right?” asked Sus. Sure. Sort of. Not really. I did, I do, have a few Fourth of July plan offers. And for that, I am grateful. And also, confused. Maybe confused isn’t the right word to use. I can’t quite… Continue reading Happy I’m-Sorry-My-Independence-Makes-You-Uneasy Day.
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