Or at least it means I have to jump into that “let’s be totes obnoxious for the good of humanity” role way more often than I actually like to. And i’ve got nearly 2000 posts where I do jump into that role, so I ain’t chicken.

Y’all I am tired, dead fucking tired, of having racist drivel pop up on my facebook page. I find myself, after reading yet another thing hating on brown people (but not really, they all say) with hands shaking in anger and my stomach doing flip flops of revulsion. And for a second, just a second, I debate saying something. Just drop it. Let it go. I could you know. I’m white. I could slink past it and not give it another thought and no one would know. That’s privilege for ya.

But I don’t. I make myself obnoxious. I call it out for what it is. That is what I can do as an ally. It is my one small teaspoon.

I do need a fucking stiff drink though. It would be so much more fun to play obnoxious do gooder if I could do it with a vodka tonic in hand. And it’s still early.

A quick and easy guide to the Bechdel test

That 15 year old boy child’s response to ‘ohhh Miss Marple is on’ is ‘sweet!’

I don’t understand people who cling to failed philosophies. That’s not true. I do understand that they all think that their own brand of special little snowflakeness will make them king of the castle if only they didn’t have to follow these stinky rules. But it does make them look like 30 year olds making wish lists for Santa.
Libertarianism fails every hard and soft science. It fails economically (see Iceland for a microcosm of libertarian failure). It fails physics because unlike the universe economies cannot expand pepetually. It fails biology because every single selfish aspect of it is diametrically opposed to how we actually evolved, through cooperation. It fails anthropologically for the same reason. And it fails mathmatically. If you don’t pay your slaves, or erm employees, enough money to feed themselves then they die of starvation, but without minimum wage laws there is no incentive to pay them better. The numbers in libertarianism add up to death. Add that to your wish list.

I finally watched Hard Candy. Holy fucking shit batman. I don’t know if men could understand how much the world changes for little girls. I can’t even nail down the threshold. For some of us it’s when you first get boobs, for some earlier. But suddenly you’re public property and men put their hands and mouths in places they shouldn’t. Men, old enough to be your father, start saying things about how they could split you in half.
So i loved Hard Candy. 11 year oldme wanted to do the same thing to the family friend who thought my having breasts meant he coud stick his tongue down my throat. 15 year old me wanted to do the same thing to the male teachers who looked down my shirt and then made me ashamed because they got hard.
This movie should be on the horrible/awesome list and Ellen Page’s character is my new favorite vengeful girl. There’s even a Polanski reference. If you inner teenage girl is feeling a bit bruised and silenced, and your stomach can take it, you should watcht it.

Seems like a simple question, right? It’s worth 100 pennies. But dollars aren’t real things. I mean the paper and ink they a printed on are real, but their value is made up.
Think about what you can buy with a dollar. Roma tomatoes are about 2 bucks/lb right now. 4 toms are about 1/2 a pound. So all the seeds, dirt, water, the labor to plant and pick and ship, the gas for the tractors and trucks, the floor space in the store, the stockers and the clerks, even the plastic bag that you put your toms in are worth less than a buck (gotta leave room for profit). Or for a more simple example, if you pay 1000 bucks a month for 200 hours of childcare (Less than minimum wage at 5 bucks an hour but a good average) a buck is worth 12 minutes of childcare.
Have you ever wondered why we hold things that are crucial to our existance, like food and clothing and childcare, to such a low value but give much more weight to people who do jobs that aren’t crucial to our existence?

You might think from the title that this is an anti religion post. It’s not.
I am gobsmacked on a daily basis by folks who think that things like national borders and money are real, concrete things. They are no more real than the words i am typing are. These words are symbols, they represent an unspoken agreement between you and i in order to share ideas. But that doesn’t make them real. I could type the word sportscar or steak or toothbrush, but none of those things will appear. You can draw whatever lines on a map you want, but it wonk make an impenatrable crack in the earth appear. If people think the piece of paper with a dead president on it is just a piece of paper, then it won’t spend anywhere.
Perhaps that is the point. If we hold on to magical thoughts like ‘i have x amount of money’ or ‘my country, sweet land of liberty’ then they don’t have to admit to the giant con game we’ve all been played by.

I dreamt that i was the mayor of a small town in the post apocalyptic south of france. It was all going pretty well right up to the point that i had to explain to the former white collar workers that yes, they were required to do farm labor too. Even in my dreams the creative class is a bunch of lazy, whiny blowhards.

So i’m watching this thing onwitch hunting in the 16th century. Here’s how you spot a witch: if she’s slutty, and/or if she’s poor she’s obviously made a pact with the devil and is responsible for terrible ecological disasters.
sounds like the platform of both political parties to me.

you all might know my feelings on the treacly shit holiday known as mother’s day. But i’m nothing if not redundant. Mother’s day is where we hand out flowers and hallmark cards so we can prentend like we actually give a shit about the women who literally are the only reason the human race exists. Throughout the world, women in general and mothers in particular do 90% of the work yet own only 10% of the wealth. Domestically, mothers face a much wider wage gap than any others group and only 30% of single mothers receive child support.
So thanks for the brunch, but i’d rather be treated like full human being than a sacred cow worshipped one day a year and milked for the other 364