1. The Racist Asshole Blackface, afro wigs, binidis, geisha makeup: this person sees nothing wrong with appropriation. They’re over age 18 and have no ~youthful ignorance~ excuse. Tell this person to get a Tumblr and a fucking clue. 2.
Maybe you know someone who can say with 100% confidence they love their body, but to this day I am yet to come across such a person. To me, that’s pretty devastating.
Who needs a haunted house? Life is scary enough.
Are you a master of a skill?
You’d better believe there are artists, albums, playlists, that I can no longer listen to. Songs we earmarked for the first dance at our wedding, others that were playing in coffee shops or nightclubs where we shared nervous touches and first intimacies.
I don’t have my life figured out and I shouldn’t feel the pressure to. It’s not like I’m a mess that’s falling apart at the seams, I just don’t have a specific plan. Moreover, I don’t want a plan.
They say kids are your greatest teachers. But it’s not about quadratic equations, it’s about finding out how your own issues and pain create problems for those closest to you.
Any of these situations sound familiar to you?
A session on the content of consumer reviews — regardless of the intentions of reviewers — is featured at the inaugural Writer Unboxed UnConference. It’s in Salem, Massachusetts, which Arthur Miller wrote was once “at the edge of the wilderness.”
Anxiety is figuring out how to deal with it.