i was like it’s 12:30 why am i so fucking tired. then remembered i slept for two two-hour stints last night then spent the morning in traffic and then afternoon and evening in more worse traffic. gee i wonder
Just curious: What do you call it when there is no central meal cooked in your household, and individual members are expected to find leftovers/cook for themselves?
i left the south shore (aka SOUTH of boston requiring no time in actual boston) at 1:30 and did not arrive at my apartment until 8:01. two separate accidents on 95 plus the general existence of the masshole-connecticut driver-new yorker corridor. literally i sat on the cross bronx unmoving with my car IN PARK for 20 minutes. Absolute Hell
You’ve made your first true kill. No easy thing. It changes the color of your blood. Paints your conscience. You did that for me. I tell myself I had no choice There’s always a choice.
This was an interesting article to read. I think it’s a little simple but still fun to skim thru.
toni morrison eloquently discussed this very thing in 2004!
Thinking of yourself as a smol bean baby is a way of tapping out and expecting other people to fight on your behalf. It also makes you a more pliant consumer. Social media is awash with the idea that ‘it’s valid not to be productive’, as though productivity were the only manifestation of capitalism and streaming Disney+ all day is a form of resistance. It’s much rarer to encounter the idea that we have a responsibility about what we consume, or that satisfying our own desires whenever we want is not always a good thing: it’s like “there is no ethical consumption under capitalism” has morphed into “there is no unethical consumption under capitalism”.
Not to add to this post but this part spoke to me specifically
