I suspect that because you and I fall into the same generation waste land I’m deeply sympathetic to this feeling. My sense is, and I could actually just be wrong, is that an emphasis on the performative aspect of social construction has gotten a lot of attention, the sort of built-in flexibility of some gender…

I mean I AM a hoarder so the answer to the question “is it making me happy?” is almost always yes.

I get the impression Jesus might be one of those sincere dudes that gives you a long lecture about how voting “legitimizes a corrupt system”.

Mental health check in:

I’ve never tried the cardboard boxes. They sound delicious.

I’m sorry. I have a hard time believing that Trump’s supporters use knives, forks, or spoons. Trough or nothing at all.

Oh I imagine they got lost. But who can blame them. Escape from New York seems like a total shitshow.

I imagine it looked something life this.

Who would’ve thought Manichaeism would have boiled down to whether Tom Ellis is hot or not? Weird.

I don’t know. People get fooled by the grammatical structure of religious texts into thinking that they contain statements. Religion seems like one of those things you do with words, less a set of things you believe.

Alright, fine, but how do we know YOU’RE not a ghost, hmmm?

Some one elsewhere suggested that it may be good for everyone’s mental health if articles about Trump not include his smug face on every article.

One could plausibly argue that she’s given us all a lesson in the myriad ways in which the experiences and agency of pregnant women are policed.

Both my parents work in academia. I suspect that they would be confused but not displeased if I became a rapper. It would be a bit like my becoming a 16th century explorer (more a comment on my particular family dynamics). On the other hand they would be horrified if I became an investment banker.

For those of us who do not live near New York, there’s an actually not terrible filmed version from Sellars.

Thank goodness for this. I’ve spent the last month or so playing a much belated game of DSM bingo, and the degree to which ‘mental illness’ is tossed around as a way to seem not to pass judgment while passing judgment is deeply frustrating

I always think Brando was handsome more for his perpetual “confused dummy face” than anything else. Literally every hot Brando movie revolves around the conceit that the world is just too complicated for this simple, good man. See: the wild ones, on the waterfront, that movie where he plays a cop who gets beaten up by…

I’m sorry but putting Cary “Vaudevillian to to the gods” Grant’s name among those of these mere mortals is some kind of blasphemy.