the term feminist is like "leftist". it describes a group of ideologies that often oppose each other, and so, beyond the idea that women are oppressed and shouldn't be, it doesn't actually tell you anything about what the person in question believes. they could be an imperialist feminist, a class collaborationist and bioessentialist feminist, an outright fascist, or a Marxist

there are people with mostly decent opinions who I can not stomach because like. I do believe they genuinely care about the stuff they talk about. but the way they communicate it almost exclusively in "I told you so" tones and painting themselves as like, sooo much smarter than everyone else is truly fucking exhausting and makes it seem like their superiority is more important to them than the issue they're talking about. like can we find a way to talk about it that doesn't focus on how you don't understand how people can be so stupid and how this list of specific people are so much dumber than you.

like there's a point where your ego eclipses whatever message you're trying to communicate and it becomes exhausting. do you care about the issues or do you care about your own moral and intellectual superiority

lust winning and sloth losing. ok so you are all Pandas

top economists are saying today that so long as the coyote doesn't look down he will never fall

flanagan's crimes are many and varied but at this point his insistence on taking material explicitly critical of family structures (sometimes including portrayal of intense abuse) and adapting it into stories about The Beauty Of The Nuclear Family is all but indistinguishable from an entirely conservative project

has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing

“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”