I BELIEVE SUE SNELL

I’m thinking today of my commune-mate, a tiny, lovely gymnastic coach who wore her hair in two sailor moon style buns, who would periodically ask if anyone wanted to join her to go break bottles by the railroad tracks because she was real mad about stuff. And she was so right. It really helped.

Not in any way relevant to the overall tone of the story above except perhaps as a palate cleanser, but this is the same young woman who gave me my Joyce Carol Oates stick n poke tattoo.

When are you going to stop glooming with the doomers and come do butlerian jihad with the contrarian yeehaws

I love being in a situation where I know nothing about soccer but a lot about world history so I can try to figure out what game is happening based on people saying shit like “Wooooo! It’s another Raid of Lindisfarne!”

For example, “everyone in Philly should dress like Lafayette” communicates an extraordinary amount of information with very foundational historical knowledge. Beautiful Carmen Sandiego experiences all around me.

used to be when you fucked in a car you could always be sure that the car wouldn't know. thats not the case anymore. modern cars know when you're fucking in them. how could they not? maybe you can avoid this by simply turning the car off. maybe that's naive of me. i just don't know. it's hard to know these things

i think understanding the family as a system of ownership over both women and children will lead you to understand both misogyny and the oppression of children a lot better and also be able to draw informative parallels between both

Good morning! It’s not yet noon on 4th of July and my mother told congressman John Moolenaar (R-MI) that he was a fascist shit-for-brains while gripping his hand in stern death grip.