My mom’s older sister was a wonderful, kind woman who loved to laugh and always found joy in “the little things” as she liked to say, amidst the constant, debilitating pain she suffered at the hands of an insidiously severe form of rheumatoid arthritis for decades. In 1993, when I was sixteen, I travelled from Oklahoma to my hometown in Michigan to stay with my … Continue reading My racist aunt
I’m 41, and I’ve been fucked in the head for as long as I can remember. At this point, I have no delusions that shit is ever going to be “okay.” I am the product of a fourteen-year-old foster child getting pregnant by another foster child of undetermined(by me, anyway)age. I’d already known this by the time I tracked down my biological mother and several … Continue reading I’m always gonna be f***ed in the head.
I recently watched a YouTube vid in which an obnoxious metalhead rants and raves about how horrible Darkthrone’s latter day punk and nwobhm-infused records are. He seems genuinely angered by the band’s decision not to craft albums suited to his specific tastes. The thing is, artists are under no obligation to please fans. If they’re not pleasing themselves and following their respective muses, they aren’t … Continue reading Artists don’t owe you anything
I might say or do something from time to time that could easily fall under the banner of douchebag behavior. But I’m aware of it. I know I’m being a douche. I’m self-aware. A true douche isn’t self-aware. He doesn’t know what he is, and he lacks the capacity for self-reflection. His identity, then, is dictated by the masculine archetypes he strives to emulate. A … Continue reading What makes one a “douche?”
Let me get this out of the way now: I’m not a fan of Donald Trump’s. I didn’t like him before he ran for office and I didn’t vote for him… Kanye West is his own man, though. If he wants to praise Donald Trump, that doesn’t mean he’s going insane or having a mental breakdown. What he is having is an opinion. Everyone’s entitled … Continue reading There’s nothing wrong with Kanye West’s Trump love
Witnessed some “kids” getting chastised by a new manager at work yesterday. One of them had dropped an f-bomb, and she told them “Guys, there’s a lady present. Please don’t use that type of language.” It was very quaint and old-fashioned, and these dudes of course thought this was the most outrageous thing they’d ever heard. I didn’t. I thought it was something they needed … Continue reading Filter yourself
Tonight, while leaving an expansive and empty parking lot, a guy in a minivan pulled up right to the lane I was using to get the fuck outta there and paused a moment before going around me. Granted, I was using the wrong lane, but with all that space, why’d you have to pull up nose-to-nose with me? To prove a point? Why not just … Continue reading Rage
They tell you what to do. They tell you when to laugh. They tell you how to smile. They tell you where to go. They tell you how to smell. They tell you how to walk. They tell you when to pee. They tell you how to talk. They tell you what to say. They tell you what to eat. They tell you what to … Continue reading They tell you what to do