I’ve been sitting on this. (No pun intended.)
Dick pics. They basically all say something like I think this is pretty hot stuff, don’t you?
Does that ring a bell? To me, a writer looking to get my writing in front of people, that sounds exactly like the submissions process.
Getting your writing accepted is simple: ‘Just’ write what an editor is looking for. But it’s not easy.
Getting it on with a hottie is simple: ‘Just’ be what they’re looking for. But it’s not easy.
Ah, a notification of a comment not accompanied by applause from the reader.
Land mine alert.
How I love waking up on a bright summer morning to the smell of a fresh troll dump. Especially when a screed requires page scrolls.
A lot of people will say just ignore it. You see, especially for those of us writing in domains whose very existence challenges the status quo — gender equality, LBGTQ+ issues, disability rights, racial justice — letting a hurtful comment stand feels like tacit agreement.
Which does not jibe at all with why we write in these topics.
It came to light recently that Christian Cooper, the Black man who a white woman called 911 on, has “chosen not to aid” the prosecution by the Manhattan district attorney’s office.
The woman, Amy Cooper (no relation), is charged with a misdemeanor for filing a false report that an “African-American man,” as she repeatedly emphasized to the 911 dispatcher, was “threatening” her.
Christian Cooper appears to decline further involvement in the case. The New York Times reported him saying Amy Cooper has “already paid a steep price.” …
My Inbox is filled with earnest, graphic-free letters from brands:
I’m sure your Inbox is, too.
As a Person of Color, hey, that’s cool. I did raise an eyebrow, but, I don’t mind.
I don’t mind that many brands have been posting, even if mostly because they see other brands posting. I get they can’t be seen as not with it. They can’t be seen being silent…
June is Pride Month. Like the mosquitoes that hound me on cue, no June seems to ever go by without the reliable “Why can’t we have straight pride parades?”
That is what I’m reminded of, as corners of the Internet are abuzz over the latest pop-culture development in inclusivity.
So The Simpsons chose June 26, a Friday — popular with newsmakers as the day of the week to drop stuff if you wish to minimize coverage — to float the announcement that going forward, non-white characters will no longer be voiced by white actors.
My dad was annoying as hell when it came to Father’s Day.
I bought him something, he’d say I shouldn’t splurge and saving money was important. I made him an elaborate, special meal, he’d say the flavor could use X, Y, or Z.
“Whoa, that’s abusive,” some might say. Not really. Because I’d just shrug in response. Whatever. You suck at receiving gifts.
Since he passed a few—I refuse to count—years ago it’s been a challenge every May and June, as retailers invade my Inbox with gift ideas for someone I Can’t. Ever. Shop. for anymore.
Well, this is the…
We stood for something
The world believed it
That something is now lost
How strange, we tried to be great.
Last breaths squeezed out, live on camera
Simple and indifferent
Like your thumb on an ant
They don’t have feelings
You must “dominate” protesters
The president says to governors
A man named Chauvin heard those words
Before they were tweeted
Who looks weak now?
Executions are televised
Though revolutions still aren’t
“People are in the street looking for a brighter day”
Safer being tear-gassed than sitting on your couch
Or going out for a jog.
Death by virus…
A war has been going on since time immemorial.
Ever since humankind first coaxed our screeches and hoots into consonants and vowels, minting words that we eventually strung into sentences.
I’m talking about the war over delivering truth.
There’s the honesty-as-a-badge-of-honor camp, wielding truth as a weapon, and blaming the victim for “incurring” their own wounds.
Standing opposite those fearsome warriors is the tact-and-discretion camp. The diplomats.
As someone who’s been accused of being in the former faction, I most definitely deviate from their if you can’t handle the heat, get out of the kitchen anthem. (All right, not the…
Mother’s Day 2020 will be the first ‘Hallmark holiday’ in our brave new world.
What is a daughter or son to do, if usual standbys like taking Mom out to brunch are off the table? Even for regions that have relaxed quarantine restrictions, the last ‘gift’ you’d want to get Mom is that which shan’t be named.
Fret not. The OneWeeker’s Gift Guide is full of tried-and-true gifts, starting from $10. (Don’t scoff. Cheapskates’ moms need love, too.)
We picked the most useful, rather than frivolous. As befit these tricky times.
My friend Benjamin was so excited to meet up in New York. We hadn’t seen each other for fifteen years.
After he got over the oohs and aahs (“welp, I’m a country boy!”) the other requisite interjection landed: “everything is so expensive!”
It‘s expensive for tourists. It’s expensive for locals.
The “rent is too damn high”, the drinks are pricier than entrees back home, and a night out easily sets you back a Benjamin (sorry, Ben) or two.
And that’s what makes the lockdown such a bonanza¹ when it comes to cultural offerings. If you’re lucky enough to…
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