Hot take: I don’t like TERFs. I spent a long time on International Women’s Day last week arguing with one, and it left me feeling spiteful.
If you aren’t familiar with the acronym, TERF stands for “Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminist”. Not sure what’s radical about that, or perhaps “radical” is an odd way to say that the views of TERFs do not reflect the beliefs of most feminists, despite what they may believe.
It can be hard to see, when you’re in the Pokémon community, that the main line games are sadly similar.
Part of the reason for this, I think, is that the Pokémon series gets such colorful and unexpected spin-offs. Everyone remembers Pokémon Go, of course, but do you remember Pokémon Ranger, the series of games that mostly involved drawing circles around a wild Pokémon really fast? Or that Magikarp themed tap game from a few years ago?
It’s not that Pokémon has no creativity. Each new installment has hundreds of new monsters, custom-made for that release. The worlds are…
I had the biggest crush on Nick Jonas as a teenager.
All it took, honestly, is being about the same age, and both Type I Diabetic. I am that desperate for other Type I Diabetic contact. My experience with the diabetic community is almost exclusively positive, and if a fellow diabetic came to me asking for help, stranger or no, I would commit insurance fraud for that person without blinking.
Google has picked up on this, unsurprisingly. …
Anyone want to talk about it?
I’m an American millennial, raised on stories of people huddling around tv sets to watch the first space flights. All my life, I’ve been told by those people that we should be proud to be American, grateful to be born here.
I think I’ve always fought with mixed feelings about that.
You know my generation didn’t have space flights. We didn’t have the unity of innovation, discovery. We don’t have the American dream, not covered in this much medical and student loan debt. Our first “huddle around the tv” moment was the felling of…
Yesterday, domestic terrorists breached the Capitol Building, seat of civics for the United States of America.
Obviously, there are numerous questions worth asking about this event. What lead to it, who is responsible, and most importantly, what do we do next?
I should be clear, just in case. I denounce wholeheartedly the actions of those individuals. I don’t know what comes next, but what I want most is justice to prevail, for there to be repercussions for these actions. …
On New Year’s Eve, two years ago, I published my first Medium article.
It wasn’t very good, of course. It felt momentous, and I invested a lot of my sense of self into the occasion. I had just published. Sort of.
Two years later, the magic is slightly worn. I haven’t written for most of 2020, mental health unwilling to risk new excursions or deep, reflective thought. It’s been a shallow year for me, flighty and vague. I’ve been comfortable, but withdrawn. Video games have taken the place of creation, flying the time by like dreams in hibernation.
Outside of his unique manner of speaking, personal appearance may be the easiest part of President Trump to make fun of. Far before he became America’s 45th president, Trump was a prominent conversation piece in late night talk shows and other media. Making fun of a reality tv star’s appearance is hardly beneath the likes of Stephen Colbert or Jimmy Fallon, and the Donald Trump of Apprentice fame was exactly the species of “celebrity” late night shows are built upon.
But suddenly, he was president.
It felt strange, in the aftermath. There were, of course, more important questions in the…
Now should be the time for I, the hobbyist extraordinaire. I’m at home, working in short bursts when my coworkers get a break from teaching their children. It used to be that my sick time each month would be used before it truly accrued, unable to go four weeks without an extra day at home doing “real work”. And laundry.
Now I have a surplus of sick time, but stagnant blogs and channels.
So what happened? Why isn’t quarantine my most productive time? What have I been up to, if not working, in life or in my job?
So terribly, terribly much has happened thus far in 2020. Especially if you live in America.
Remember when we were all optimistic for the start of a new decade? I don’t either. Watching America deteriorate is essentially my only pastime now. Not particularly by choice, but more like watching HGTV in a hospital waiting room. The chairs are hard plastic and a child is crying in the corner, but the tiny television in the far distance is the showing House Hunters. And I guess that’s something.
Americans are dying.
Honestly, I have no idea where to start with these last…
I was 14 when I started shaving my legs.
According to my birth certificate, I’m one of those “female” types. I say it such a strange way because I always seem to be slow on the uptake about what it means. A tomboy, a late bloomer — I figured out makeup far after the legal drinking age.
It was a friend who made me realize that I would be expected to begin shaving my legs. It may be a stretch to say friend. …
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