In honor of democracy that won’t go down without a fight, I made up a delicious recipe that I call “Warren Will Beet Their Asses”: Continue reading
Celebrate our beautiful, troubled world with this lovely conversation between pioneers Lizzo and Janelle Monáe.
I didn’t feel like I had all the time in the world to write Dirty Computer. When you think about the state of this country, when you think about who’s in office, when you think about having a Vice President who believes in conversion therapy, and you think about how 77 percent of LGBTQ teenagers surveyed in 2018 report feeling depressed or down over the past week — I didn’t think that this album could wait.
I read from the Trevor Project that suicide is the second leading cause of death among young people aged 10 to 24. And that LGB youth contemplate suicide at at least three times the rate of a heterosexual youth. When you think about our trans brothers and sisters, our trans sisters being murdered, and when you just look at the state of the world, and when I’m working on an album like Dirty Computer that is centered around uplifting marginalized groups and those who feel isolated and outcast from our society, this album couldn’t wait.
We need both quantitative and qualitative subtlety about the opioid epidemic. Dr. Marcia Angell brings both in this review of a cluster of related books. Since you’re busy trussing a sheep or stuffing a souffle I’ll executive summarize it:
If you’re looking for some light holiday reading, prose that reminds you of the season’s glitter, flip through Angell’s writing on medical approaches to addiction.
Peace and love to all.
It would have been easier, perhaps, if it was all as overt as potato jokes. But what kills you is the ignorance; what grinds you down is how much they don’t know about the past and, if they do know, how little they care. It’s a strange and maddening thing to discover about the people who shaped your country’s fate and who are poised to do so again.
I learned this about British youth when I lived in Ireland for a mere 5 months and visited a friend studying in Cambridge. Otherwise lovely college students thought Ireland was part of the UK. In 1997.
Bonus A/V on the persistence of struggle:
These f-kholes want the state to force women to carry unwanted pregnancies to term. They also want to reduce funding for contraception. For health care. For child care. For public education. They want to impose this clusterf-k of hardship so bad that they have voted to put a rageaholic drunk who asserts on the record factually erroneous legal shit, and who’s been credibly accused of criminal behavior, into the highest court of the land really fast right now before anyone gets a chance to bring additional if-you-listen-to-women-you-know-they’re-true sexual assault and rape charges forward and before the blue wave that I’m atheisticly praying so hard may actually happen.
Note: this post was composed almost entirely before nearly every person I know, women or not, carrying a traumatic past or not, was triggered all f-ing day yesterday and most of today by the spectacle of a composed, poised, intelligent woman trying to fight an iceberg of low-information, woman-hating PEOPLE WHO RUN OUR GOVERNMENT. However, perhaps a literary theory-type post celebrating as heroic a woman who withdraws from this constant heartbreak in a yearlong chemical haze may be well-timed?