It might feel like a good thing to wish that this was all over and that nobody would get hurt and that property wouldn't be vandalized, stolen, or burned; but it doesn't feel right - knowing that nothing will change until shit gets uncomfortable or inconvenient enough for those of us who don't seem to be willing to do the right thing until it affects us directly.
I think the community wants to change in the way that I want to lose weight. Like magic, and overnight, without actually having to sacrifice anything it enjoys or put in any long term effort into the hard work and sweat it's going to take to build a new set of habits.
I realized that for every #MeToo we were looking at on social media, there were countless who were still hesitant to post.
My birthday is coming this week. I'll be 39. Save the date for next year. There will be a celebration. But for this year, it's pretty low key. Back in my 20s I set the standard that I only celebrate the Zeros and the Fives with parties, but the rest of the birthdays pass by… Continue reading Non Sequitur – A Birthday Request
Getting high and watching Deep Space 9 is my favorite form of relaxing these days.
"Bear down on it," he ordered. I was naked and collared, on my hands and knees at the foot of the four-poster bed, around the leg of which he'd used a thigh harness to strap a large, purple phallus at the exact height required for my impalement. Just kidding. I'm not telling that story yet.… Continue reading The ol’ switcheroo
I spent the day yesterday watching the one season of "Good Girls Revolt," an Amazon original that had sneaked under my radar when it was released a few years ago. It's historical fiction based on the real-life 1970 lawsuit filed against Newsweek by 46 of their female staff for gender discrimination. Only 10 episodes. Worth… Continue reading Good Girls Revolt (quietly?)
I was listening to the West Wing Weekly podcast on my way to work this morning, as I do. In episode 2.13, they speak with Don Baer, former White House Communications Director in the real-life Clinton White House. He quotes a line from a speech he wrote for President Bill Clinton, given at the US… Continue reading Children of Sacrifice
Last night I went to the movies with a 69 year old activist, feminist woman whom I met through my local Democratic club. She's been protesting since the 1960s, her son served on active duty in the Army in Iraq, and she'd suggested we go see Loving at the cheap theater near her house. I… Continue reading Thoughts on “morality”
I remember the first time I became aware of her. I was sent to her classroom with a note from another teacher. I'd stepped in just as she was quieting down her students after some sort of disruption, and she turned her head as I opened the door with her big, almost accusatory eyes piercing… Continue reading Ms. Hardy’s 6th Grade Class