Law School Might Have Been a Good Idea If Money Was the Object of My Dreams
I look around and one of the professions cleaning up is law. Lawyers are making serious bank on stupid lawsuits designed to appease the moral indignation of people looking to game the system by way of legislation.
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I Believe... [The Perfect Christmas Playlist]
...that Violent Night joins my perfect Christmas playlist along with Bad Santa, The Ref, and, yes, David Himmel, Die Hard.
To Manage Stress, Remember You Could Die in the Next Ten Seconds
No, dying is not that scary. It's unfathomable because it is a leap into a void of the unknown and unknowable, but not something which we should shy away.
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I Believe... [Half Full Patriarchy]
...that without the patriarchy, hundreds of OnlyFans creators with no skills but great tits would have to get jobs.
I Like to Watch | Barbarian (2022)
This is a truly imaginative, risky film. The script is great, the performances (especially Campbell) are stellar, and nothing about this smart, idea-driven monster movie is anything but outside the box.
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[Worth Revisiting] Trusting Hope Over Experience: The Shedding of the Old
“Everything I had built in the past 15 years just went up in smoke. It’s gone. I mean, what the fuck do I do now?”
My friend had gone through one of those tribulations that involved losing status within the community of artists he was a part of, losing his job on top of that, and flailing his now beaten down limbs in search of what he was supposed to do, who he was supposed to be, after the dust had settled.
I understood the feeling.
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I Believe... [Be Fucking Grateful]
...that the holiday isn’t about the food or the genocide—it’s about being fucking grateful. Practice a bit of gratitude and maybe you won’t be such bitter, partisan sonofabitch. Also, grab a plate of root vegetables and offer your indigenous neighbors a blanket covered in small pox cuz covering all bases is the American way.
I Like to Watch | Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022)
His leading actor died. Instead of replacing him or finding a convenient way to deal with it, Coogler embraced the death as a part of the narrative, effectively honoring both Boseman and T'Challa in one fell swoop. I'm so goddamned impressed with the depth of creativity and feeling.
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I Believe... [GenX Kids Were Monsters]
...that, if you’re honest with yourself, you know that you and your prepubescent friends would’ve beat E.T. with rebar and hammers, would’ve absolutely ostracized Edward Scissorhands, and would’ve taken Rick Moranis’s shrunken kids and put them in a mason jar with a firecracker.
If Not Biden, Who?
Yeah, politics has become a Bizarro World version of the wrestling world of ridiculous hype and flexing muscles but it still actually matters.
The Easy Gullibility at the Heart of Self Proclaimed Identity
In the parlance of a generation a few beyond my own "I don't care what you call me as long as you don't call me late for dinner."
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I Believe... [Leaving Elon's Twitter]
...that the same people screaming that they’ll be leaving Twitter because Musk owns it are the exact same people who vowed to move to Canada if Trump was elected and guess what? They are full of shit. We know they’re full of shit so do we take their admonitions about anything else seriously?
Farewell to Las Vegas
It wasn't supposed to go this way but the universe giggles when we make plans.
When Your Ideas Become Your Identity, Disagreements Become Personal Attacks
The more each of us aligns our identities with orthodoxy, the harder it is to separate ourselves from the talking points of ideology.
Who Are 'The Working Class' and Aren't Most of Us Already Them?
Beyond the hyperbolic rhetoric that states quite clearly and with great repetition that a vote for pretty much anyone of any ideological stripe is the final nail in the coffin for our democratic way of life, there is the drumbeat that gives us that delicious rhythm of the Great Abandonment of the Working Class.
I, Substitute
The job description should read “Must be able to hand out papers, sit bored out of your skull, make sure the lunatics don’t take over the asylum with no authority, no hope for respect from the inmates, and no real idea if they are lying to you when they tell you that their regular class work involves smartphones and flaming hot covered salt lick snacks.”
I Believe... [Cutting Edge Health Advise]
...that all the ‘cutting edge’ health advice is obvious and in direct contradiction to the health industry’s reliance on drugs and treatment. “Go outside”, “get some sun”, “wake up early”, “sleep on time”, “be active.” In other words, get off yer ass, you sloppy sacks of lard.
Masculinity is Just Fine. People in General? Not So Much
The common denominator of toxic people is not their chosen tribe or the identity assigned by the folks that love that sort of thing. The common element is power—either the possession of it or the overwhelming desire to acquire it.
A Boat Adrift Is Still Going Somewhere
A lot of my recent past is due for some serious reframing.
Spending the Decades After My Death in the Tackiest Places on Earth Seems Fitting
I figure, in keeping with my bizarre rolling stone trajectory to date, these objects (lamp, moon dust, and figurine) will be sold, sit in some of the tackiest homes in America, resold at other garage sales, and on and on. I will still be dancing through the world like an idiot.
How do you want to be defined? By one action? By some opinion that could evolve? By a mistake, regrettable only with hindsight? Or by the sum of your parts? Okay, do that for other people. Start the trend.