Editor’s note: I wrote but never published this in late January 2021, just a few weeks after the Jan. 6 assault on the U.S. Capitol and about two years into going low contact with my parents and no contact with my sister. It has taken three years, but I finally feel ready to share it. — Lindsey On Jan. 6, I was in a video conference call for work when rioters stormed the U.S. Capitol.…
I know someone who fits that description, and he loves to stir some shit every now and again.
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…
Ahhhh, election night. I’ve been home roughly an hour now and I’m a glass in and I just want to listen to Sleigh Bells because it’s simple and dirty and distorted and I kind of just want to bob my head along to a beat right now. I have to keep the volume at a reasonable level, I suppose, because I am no longer the only person in my house. I kind of love that.…
Saturday morning I got up shortly after 11, just in time to remember that the White Privilege Wankfest was streaming live online and I should probably watch some of it. The term “White Privilege Wankfest” is probably not going to sway many people who don’t already think that’s what it is, I realize, but I have never been known for my measured, diplomatic argument style and, frankly, would much rather call this spade a motherfucking…
I’m combing the interwebinars for Memphis Tea Party coverage to post to The Memphis Blog, and I’m seeing a good deal of dumb/awful/racist/troubling/violent signs, but here’s one that I honestly just don’t understand.
I’ve been slowly catching up on analysis of the speech, and there have been some fascinating conversations happening all over the interwebs. Watching the speech, I felt it was beautifully pragmatic and perfectly authoritative and inspirational, but others were more disappointed, feeling it wasn’t as grand a rhetorical sweep as it should have been. I especially enjoyed this measured response over at The Root, which deems Obama’s speech “a sacred effort.” My favorite bit of…
(You have to look at the big version to appreciate the scope, and to see the screen we were all watching.) I’m having a hard time writing about Tuesday. I’ve been thinking about it nonstop for days now, trying to process my thoughts, to let the cream rise to the top, but there’s just so much to work through. I want to talk about the things I saw and heard — the sun rising and…
At the risk of jinxing all my tentative plans just by talking about them in positive tones, I’m pretty excited right now. I’ve got a roundtrip ticket to D.C. I’ve got a couch/floor/box on/in which to stay once I get there. And I’ve got a huge historic moment to witness. Yep. Pretty excited. Preeeeettttttyyyy exciiiited. I’ve never been to D.C. before. Where should I go? I figure I better put some time in at the…
Me on the computer, laughing at this (HT: Knots). Jack, looking up at me intently. Me, grabbing Jack and giving him a bear hug and lots of cat smooches: “Kitty, I am going to clean the shit out of your litter box!” Jack, irritated, stares into space as I smother him with affection. Me, babytalking:”Yes I am! Yes I am!” Pause. “YES WE CAN.”
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