‘They’re the chosen whites’
As much as I’d like to say “how did we get here again?” it’s clear we never left. America, we are fucked up.
As much as I’d like to say “how did we get here again?” it’s clear we never left. America, we are fucked up.
Another tragedy, a massacre orchestrated by a young man who felt entitled and spurned. Another young man who thought women owed him their affection and their bodies by virtue of his wanting them, and who, by ignoring him, earned violence. He was broken. I don’t know what broke him or when, but it was a snap loud enough to have repercussions far enough outside his sphere of existence that I am now writing about him,…
So, wonks and pedants, literalists and newshounds, hear my plea. Give your readers some moments of delight every now and again. And take some time to enjoy that delight yourself. I promise it will not kill you.
“The desires of adults should not trump the needs of children.” This is the talking point that is bubbling up on the Sunday talk shows right now by the folks who are upset about the Supreme Court rulings this week that struck down DOMA and then kicked back California’s Prop 8 law to the state court that had already invalidated it. And I love that quote because it is such a duh statement in general…
I’m thinking about those twenty empty bedrooms and I can’t stop crying. ••• My house is empty. Just me and the cats. Everyone told me to come home and hug the boy tighter than ever, and I would have, but he’s a couple of hours east of here with his daddy visiting his grandma. I’ll see him tomorrow and I’ll scoop him up and he’ll squeal and wiggle because he loves his mama and I…
Like everyone else with a functioning limbic system, I am sick of hearing and talking about Anthony Weiner. But this is one of those controversies where so many people seem to be willfully missing important points, and before you know it, the Dow’s back in the crapper and planes are falling out of the sky while we’re all yelling at each other about a randy congressman who sent penis pics to near-strangers. It’s stupid. But…
What a wacky week to be in utero. Or hell, out of utero. We went to three days and nights of loud and crazy concerts, lived through near-nonstop rain and what could end up being historic flooding, watched the Grizzlies steamroll the Thunder in game one of round two of the playoffs, and heard the news that Osama bin Laden took one to the head. Last week I could still suck my gut in, even…
I’m starting a little something new at The Memphis Blog. Let’s see if it catches on.
Screencapped from the comments of this story. You didn’t click, did you? What if I said it was a story about a BDSM-fetish B&B in Collierville? Clickadoodledoooo! Anyway, I’m sure Hillybob looks forward to the days when news outlets will be capable of reporting on every fucking mundane thing in the world AS IT IS HAPPENING.
Trying to decide which — if any — pages to send to competitions. [Project 365]
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