Posts by author: Mush
In which there’s The Dread, aka my anxiety disorder. Had anxiety pretty bad yesterday, and during the night. Pretty anxious today, too. I know I’ve said this before, but the problem with anxiety and panic is this: Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you. In the same way, being deeply […]
In which I wrote this as a response to a friend’s post on Facebook and am re-posting it here because I can. So my dear friend posted this link on her feed: And I read it and wrote this response: Well-written, sure, but would have been more powerful with actual examples of actual men in […]
In which I respond to a Twitter thread I read earlier. Everybody baggin’ on Millennials for still living at home, not earning, not taking all those jobs. Well, fuck that. I’m not a Millennial; I’ve been working for decades. I’m making now what I made when I started working in the early 90’s – my […]
In which I was serially sexually abused as a child by a slightly older male relative. So, yeah, #metoo. Me, too. My perpetrator even went to prison for it. (Not for me, but for others, later.) I honestly don’t think it affected me in any measurable way. I was never hurt or damaged. For years […]
In which there’s a lecture. When your business is open each day only because your staff are getting the rest of the food, shelter, and medicine they need to survive via charity because you’re not paying them enough to buy their own, it means either that you’re not a viable business because you cannot pay […]
In which I put this on Facebook the other day. Since it’s mine, I’m cross-posting here. To the many, many white people in my timeline confused about the football thing: Goodness, you really think these players are kneeling because they’ve been indoctrinated against toxic masculinity and/or wholesome American values? THEY’RE PROFESSIONAL FOOTBALL PLAYERS, for heaven’s […]
In which OMG SUPERMAD WHITE CHICKS. She appears to think that football is real, and not a massive for-profit performance. IT’S ENTERTAINMENT. There is no promise of safety from offense. Is it offensive? Sure, I guess, if you think football is real. Meekly, weakly, intentionally offensive. He’s doing it because it makes white ladies aghast; […]
In which I STILL don’t understand how people can know so little about the services they use. If you were the majority of Floridian customers I assisted during my shift at work this evening, you’ve just been through a massive 500-year storm that destroyed tons of shit, you either don’t have power or you’re running […]
In which there are styles of handwriting to look at. For no real reason, I’m trying to figure out which style of cursive I learned. I’m beginning to suspect that changing schools so often actually exposed me to multiple systems, because no single script style encompasses how I form my letters — D’Nealian, modified Spencerian, […]
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