just to be clear, there is literally nothing a black man could ever do that would be good enough for the White Feminists™ at Jez. and there is nothing that will ever motivate them to confront their own privilege or racism. 

You’re right on that last point, but it’s not like there’s anything we can do about it.

But November is my birthday month (it’s Monday!) so I have to go outside to get Indian food for lunch and see the live production of Dracula I have tickets for!

It needs to be fought, but that is not the time and place to do it. A gyno that cares should provide the medically sound information that was given. When presed further, they should resolve themselves to lie their asses off, and tell the toxic father nothing but what he wants to hear. It does not help the daughter at…

Hell, now that she’s a grown ass adult I’d actively lie to him past the point of logic. “Listen, I have no clue how she’s pregnant, but have you heard to story of Jesus Christ of Nazareth?”

I’ve noticed a trend in more recent years — affected by politics and other depressing real-world goings-on — where the most popular scary stories are along the lines of /LetsNotMeet instead of supernatural phenomenon. Kind of a sad indication of the times.

Yeah, this just became personal, you know. That raccoon, or as I like to call them loudly: “shit-ass motherfuckers”, will be returning to settle scores. The key is to anticipate this return (you are presumably the smarter one, right? If not, please put your cat on the phone), and prepare an ambush.

This story is absolutely true. When I was a teenager in the late 70s, my parents had a back-to-the–land phase and bought an old farmhouse in the country. Although our main residence was still in the city, we would spend weekends and summer vacations at the farm, growing vegetables, renovating the old house, and…

God, this was so me at my first waitressing job. The restaurant had a buffet, and most employees started out on the buffet line before moving to the front of house, at which point they rarely worked buffet anymore. But I got the job because the owner of the restaurant was a family friend, and he hired me on as a…

Because invasive species can ruin ecosystems. They can wipe out smaller species not used to them as predators, and larger species because they push them out. I love animals, but you’re better off killing off a few fish that aren’t supposed to be there than potentially dealing with thousands of dead animals because…

There’s no real danger to humans, it’s the danger that it poses to the fragile ecosystems their new habitats. This is an issue with all invasive species, but the snakeheads ability to survive outside of water means they are even harder to contain than other invasive species of freshwater fish because their young can…

Big ones could take a chunk out of an incautious fisherman en route to the barbecue, but the main thing is that it is an invasive species, and rather fecund as well. It eats other fish and, opportunistically, crustaceans and amphibians and small birds and mammals. “Voracious” is a term that frequently appears in…

My takeaway is that there is a fear that the snakehead will overtake and destroy the indigenous species like the Asian carp have done in the Great Lakes region.

It will upset the ecosystem as an exotic species not native to this area. Plus it’s ugly. 

Snakehead fish are terrifying. A few years back, a friend of mine agreed to go to someone’s apartment to feed their fish while they were gone. I went along, thinking I’d see something pretty or exotic. NOPE. My friend opened the top of the aquarium and the fucking thing JUMPED OUT and started slithering around on the…

I’m working on it, y’all. So far there are 266 pages and I haven’t even gone into the comments on the comments yet.

My mother was engaged to my father in the early 80's. She still lived in her own apartment, while attending college and working part time at a local shoe store. At the time, she was a few months pregnant with me. A couple months prior, a man moved into her building, in with his parents. He always seemed to be…

When I was a freshman in college at the University of Texas A&M, I lived in a North side dorm, and participated in something that was called “Cut” and also “Building the Hell”. It was the annual tradition of constructing the campus Bonfire that was burned every year before the game against the team in Austin. The…

The Whistler

I went to college in a small colonial era town in a rural area on the east coast. My senior year, I lived off campus in an apartment by myself. I loved living alone, every part of it: shopping in the nearby farmer’s market, cooking my own meals, having silly themed cocktail parties, smoking a joint in the living room…