Eggnog in the daylight, and Bailey’s after dark. With a straw, that leads to dual tanks on my back. At noon, I roll over briefly to tank up.
Eggnog in the daylight, and Bailey’s after dark. With a straw, that leads to dual tanks on my back. At noon, I roll over briefly to tank up.
I’m guessing “I’m new to that internet thingy” translates roughly to, “Please don’t research me and find out I have an ignorant, outspoken, messy, well-documented online persona that would make 4chan blush.”
C’mon, how is that any different than that self-involved has-been Jimmy Carter negotiating hostage releases and building homes for the poor?
I live in Minneapolis, and I keep pairs of cheap gloves and scarves in my bag that I force on homeless people and panhandlers downtown, as I leave work. Almost always get yelled at by them, in the process, for not wearing a hat.
“Brendan Fraser is a former frozen caveman.”
Is the greenhouse attached to the main house? Because I don’t want to have to walk outside. That’s a real deal-breaker for me.
“Oh, I don’t care for the wall color in here, at all...”
Why is she hitting drywall with a hammer, seemingly at random? What outcome is she hoping for?
For...?
Well, to have empathy risks vulnerability. And once you have something, anything, real or imagined- an advantage, luxuries, status- you begin to worry about losing it. But if you can’t even name the thing that provides you comfort, if it’s a thing that’s invisible and nameless, but one you’ve never had to question…
This is an excerpt from a short story I recently read: the story is about the complex relationship between a white woman of the south, in the nineteen-fifties, and her domestic help (Jane and Carrie.) It sums up blind white privilege in a way that is startling. I had to transcribe it from a screen grab, so please…
I think he looks like a mean, demented astronaut.