I did say that we had a granola culture here before migration, but the refusal of preventative medicine wasn’t socially supported and it didn’t have the numbers to have an effect on anything.
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I blame the vast number of fuckwits priced out of the Bay Area who moved to Seattle and brought their arrogant “I know more than scientists” attitudes with them. Yeah, we had an innate granola culture here, but it was small and not a threat to the health of our entire city.
I love that it says “congratulation”, as if she really did intend one singular small fragment of good will for a short duration, but no more.
I am linking to it here for the convenience of other readers:
There was an entertaining BBC series called The Ladykillers: Pest Detectives, featuring ‘four female pest controllers as they do battle with Britain’s most common household pests’. It might not be common, but at least there’s a precedent, right? Sadly, they don’t have jumpsuits and proton packs, but they do have cool…
I first learned about piquerism when reading about a local serial killer that had given his victim around 240-250 shallow post-mortem stab wounds over most of her body, including on the bottoms of her feet. The writer had stressed the significance of repetitive penetration, just to make sure we understood what it…
There is a pretty good dramatic movie about him called The Grey Man, starring Patrick Bauchau. It wasn’t the cheese-fest I had anticipated, but viewer beware and all that since it’s still a movie about Albert Fish.
That letter was probably destroyed, but I think his other writing appears in a book called “Lustmord”.
The zine overall showed a perverse sense of humor, and I think the issue this essay comes from was themed “naughty children”.
Reading the Pomeroy essay inspired me to dig out my back issues, and I was greatly disappointed to see how many I’m missing. I do have issue #2, though, which made me feel better. Better in the fannish/collector sense rather than happier in general, seeing as that issue’s cover story is Sylvia Likens.
There is no truth to the rumor that the needles he’d inserted into his body had shorted the electric chair.
Something so old that it’s now classic! The original zine tends to be either hard to find or expensive when you do find it, so the chances are that most people here won’t be familiar with the old essays. Personally I would have added an “original publication date” note to the author bio, so as to avoid confusion, but…
My guess is that interest in the recent book brought to mind the earlier essay by Marr, only the essay takes a much different tone and is more graphic. It might also be the beginning of a series of article posts from the old ‘zine, since they are pretty rare these days.
I am rather fond of “Death at Disneyland” and “Please Mr Postman”.
This essay is entirely lifted from the 1996 ‘zine “Murder Can Be Fun”, not the 2015 “The Wilderness of Ruin”.
The Wilderness of Ruin came out this year, didn’t it? This essay is from 1996.
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You’ve reminded me of the Susie Phipps case and her lawsuit to change her designation to white. She was determined to be 3/32 Negro and legally would have to remain colored. I think the law was changed later, but not made retroactive.