Depression Doesn’t Take a Snow Day I don’t know why, but today started out really well. I mean so well, that I thought I was out of this mess. I described it to a friend as the eye of a storm, which I realize is not very literary, but when you can finally breath, whoContinue reading “Sharing Grief: Depression Takes a Snow Day”
I’m in the middle of a mental health…not “crisis,” for that implies that I’m about to do something dangerous. And I’m not. But I am grieving. I am in a bad place. The Bad Place, I call it, actually, but it’s way less funny than any motherforking shirtballs. I’m not going to hurt myself orContinue reading “Sharing Grief”
I recently came across the following article from Ruby Payne after speaking with an administrator at my college — someone who I respect a great deal. It turns out that she is coming to our campus this fall. I have to admit — I am a little fascinated by her, not in an I-really-want-to-see-her-in-person kindContinue reading “Exiting the Deficit Dumpster”
In the Washington Post today (Wednesday, June 6, 2019), Henry Farrell writes about the demonetization of conservative YouTuber Steven Crowder for the racist and homophobic content that Crowder has spewed across the video platform, targeting Vox producer Carlos Maza. Maza, in a brilliant display of calling out the homophobia of Crowder, put the following montage together that allows CrowderContinue reading “Steven Crowder and Public Pedagogy: The Propagation of Unholy Intersectionality”
She climbed couches and broke wrists. Once, she hung on the ropes at the bank. The brass stand holding the ropes in place buckled and fell, and her scalp split open. I ran her to the ER, where she received three staples, never even wincing. But yesterday – Sweet Mother Mary – she sat andContinue reading “Before Toxic”
My opinions do not reflect those of this institution. They gave me 30,000 dollars. They gave me 30,000 dollars and I left home at 17 and I learned how to carry a gun. And it was fun. On my 18thbirthday, I threw grenades. And then I wept. I wept because I saw what a round,Continue reading “An Argument for the Elimination of Second Place.”
Lance Corporal David Motari and Private First Class Nicole Westerland, before they are caught screwing around in the latrines, drive their gunnery sergeant on a mounted patrol in Fallujah. As they round the last checkpoint, which is always a bottleneck, an explosion rockets the Navy SeaBee in the truck in front of them out ofContinue reading “Punch Line”
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