Posts by author: Mush
In which, well, why don’t we just stop having it? Another angry hot-take about how bad sex is always the man’s fault: On the Ansari/#metoo front, nobody seems to be willing to say that maybe, just maybe, women don’t typically enjoy meaningless sexual encounters. It’s the elephant in the room. Because clearly, we don’t. We […]
In which I posted this on Facebook on a friend’s long piece about the Ansari thing and consent and #metoo in which she’d specifically invited thoughtful response, but then somebody immediately (so immediately that I sincerely doubt they’d actually read it) responded with “Jesus.”, as if I were so profoundly wrong they just couldn’t even, […]
In which there’s a picture of a food I ate! I read a lot of recipes online, because they’re free and ubiquitous and frequently useful, if not just as written but for ideas, but they drive me nuts more often than not. Calling a recipe delicious or easy or quick or inexpensive is fine, but […]
In which we ring in the new! In 2017, I discovered that a lot of people are racists and honestly don’t know it. They’ll say they’re not racist, and in the next breath explain that marginalized non-white communities are that way because, well, you see, that’s how “those people” are; they deserve it, it’s inherent. […]
In which I wrote a Facebook response so long I didn’t bother to post it. “Uber pays out $200mm per month to drivers.” And? To how many drivers and for how many hours of work? The grand total is irrelevant, it merely indicates the size of the racket. I don’t use Uber because their model […]
In which there’s The Past. Here’s me, 16 years ago, standing in my kitchen. See how rough and unfinished that shit was? The whole place looked like that. It never got better, just worse. It was barely a step above living in a car. (Well, a very large car, with a bug-infested shower, but still, […]
In which it’s nearly X-mas! The tree’s up, there are lights around the windows. I’ve done all my shopping, wrapping, and shipping for the year. Cards have been sent. We’ve received a single Christmas card — it’s on the table. Thanks, Polt! — and a gift from my aunt, a cooler full of frozen Omaha […]
In which this just popped into my head. There are two ways to die: suddenly, or expectedly. There are two ways to die: right now, or later. There are two ways to die: consciously, or unconsciously.
In which I can’t believe this nitwit is the president. Misspelled?! Zero chemistry with Putin?! Russia can greatly help?! The dangerous North Korea crisis?! Trump is an imbecile.
In which I wonder. It’s still fashionable to say things like this: Veterans used to be those who went out and fought and suffered to protect human rights. It was clear you were on the right and proper side if you were a U.S. vet and fought in one of the world wars. Now, they […]
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