The Backstory: Part 1, Foreshadowing

Intersectional Femme-inism

For my perspective to be relevant, I think I need to tell you my experience. You need to understand how I got here to understand why I’m here.

I don’t really have anything I can point to as a beginning to this story. There was just always something different, something wrong. Growing up in the eighties… what a shitty time to be different… I mean, is there a good time to be different? Certainly things are better now, and the eighties were better than say, the fifties would have been. But luck of the draw, am I right?

I have memories that make sense with my current perspective, but I wouldn’t call them signs or clues. Rather, they are more like foreshadowing, things that make sense after the fact. When you were a kid, playing pretend, what was your superpower? Flying? Super Strength? X-ray vision? For me it was consistently…

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“This is America”

Diary of an Angry, Hungry, Fat, Gay Mexican

“This is America,” acclaimed sushi chef Atsushi “Art” Hayakawa said with emphasis a second time. “This country gave me a life. A wife, a family, a restaurant. I want to give something back.”

I’ll reveal as to what was that gift back to the country he now considers his home because it was one of the many surprises of an unforgettable night in Atlanta, GA. Like the glorious meal of Japanese sushi delights my camera team and I enjoyed with relish and smiles, this chance dinner at a sushi restaurant tucked away in a strip mall off Buford Highway had all ingredients of a dish you never forget.

It was the manner in which Chef Hayakawa said “This is America” that made me listen with such respect. In an era where our elected leaders are determined to dictate as to whom they feel should be deemed an “American,” this accidental…

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Dear Gwyneth Paltrow we’re not f**king with you we’re correcting you, XOXO Science

Dr. Jen Gunter

Dear Ms. Paltrow,

I understand you recently said that anyone who is going to fuck with you better bring their A game.

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I’m pretty sure you don’t mean comment on your recipes but rather the growing exasperation from medical professionals and journalists alike at the almost constant debunking of the health “advice” and all around medical bullshit that you and your pals at GOOP promote and sell. No, we don’t have adrenal fatigue we have goopitis.

When I tell you that alcohol is a toxin I am not fucking with you I am being factual. Do you really think everything in the world is a toxin except alcohol and botulinum toxin? You worry so much about toxins that you constantly need to “cleanse,” but if someone were to get inTOXICated at your worried wellness GOOP cash grab in June you’ve got them covered with an intravenous. There are only…

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You should’ve asked

Emma

Here is the english version of my now famous “Fallait demander” !

Thanks Una from unadtranslation.com for the translation 🙂

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The Gaslighting of the Millennial Generation

As I was born in 1978 I’m just outside being a millennial but I feel a lot of this

Born Again Minimalist

I was in graduate school when I first heard the term “millennial.” It was at a conference. The session was about how to serve millennial students, because they have different characteristics than the Generation X students that went before them. It was here that I first started hearing things like “millennials need to be recognized for participation,” “millennials feel they are special,” “millennials are sheltered,” “millennials are likely to have helicopter parents,” and more. Society as a whole loves to hate on the millennial generation (those born between 1980-1999), calling us “special snowflakes” and sarcastically referring to us as “social justice warriors,” calling us out for “being offended by everything” and, everybody’s favorite, pointing out how very entitled we are.

Here’s the secret: We’re not.

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The negative opinions directed at millennials are a perfect example, on an enormous societal scale, of cultural gaslighting.

What’s Gaslighting?

Glad you asked. I learned…

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An Open Letter To Amanda Lauren From Someone ‘Beyond Help’

Let's Queer Things Up!

Having nearly died by suicide six years ago, I can imagine what people would have said about me. They would’ve talked about my deep depressions, my unpredictable rage, how lost I was.

Maybe, like you, they would’ve said that I was better off dead. Maybe, like you, they would have callously remarked that some people with mental illness can’t be helped.

Here’s a letter for you, Amanda, from someone “beyond help.”

You were right to judge yourself for exploiting Leah’s story, because it’s exactly what you did. You took the life of a mentally ill person and diminished it, deciding to use her struggles for your own personal gain.

Mentally ill people do not exist as entertainment for you. They do not exist as a sensational story to tell. They are not a product for your consumption. We are not property, we are not objects, we are not paychecks…

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A-Z of me

It’s been ages since I did one of these

A- Age: 37
B- Biggest Fear: Depression
C- Current Time: 11.22 (EST)
D- Drink you last had: Blackberry Cordial
E- Easiest Person To Talk to: Kelly-bob
F- Favorite Song: At the moment my i-tunes is telling me it’s kd langs version of Halelujah


G- Ghosts, are they real: I think they are mostly wishful thinking
H- Hometown: As my buddy says Home is where your rump Rests. Atlanta is my home but I suppose my Hometown is still Haverhill, even though I’m sure I’ll ever go back
I- In love with: Keanu Reeves, Tom Hiddleston and My husband
J- Jealous Of: Had to think about this one but I’m feeling pretty content so no-one
K- Killed Someone? No
L- Last time you cried?: yesterday at how rude and ignrant people on the internet can be
M- Middle Name… : Don’t have one
N- Number of Siblings: One sister by birth, a brother and a sister by marriage
O- One Wish… : A jedi mind tricks super power
P- Person who you last called: My sister on Skype, or maybe she called me but that was my last call
Q- Question you’re always asked: What’s for dinner?
R- Reason to smile: Life. It’s fabulous
S- Song last sang: Elmos potty time


T- Time you woke up: Death o clock the first time and then 10.20
U- Underwear Color: White with purple stripes
V- Vacation Destination: We’re going to Disney World
W- Worst Habit: biting my fingernails/picking nail polish depending on how well I’m doing
X- X-Rays you’ve had: none but I’ve had lots of ultrasounds
Y- Your favorite food: Sushi
Z- Zodiac Sign: Taurus with Gemini rising and a Scorpio moon

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