Without a rational relation to a legitimate governmental purpose, state-imposed inequality can find no refuge in our United States Constitution.
— Judge Orlando Garcia, challenging the fucking stupid state constitutional amendment and a longstanding evil law.
I think back.
I think back to before I noticed the opposite sex. Before The Google. Before irony became sincere.
I think back to my childhood.
I remember those stumbling, glorious years when objects had infinite purpose and ideas limitless merit. When everything was in front of me. When nothing was excluded.
As children we’re expected to kill these flighty virtues once we’re grown up. But under the surface, it’s all still very much alive. The Thundercat references. Knee scrapes. Improvised Star Wars battles. Treasure hunts. And the thing we’ve all lost most — personal interaction.
The truth is, I want to live my life embracing what got me here in the first place, and create accordingly.
I want my work to look people in the face and let them look back – whether it’s through an underappreciated brand or a silly headline that rings of embarrassing truth.
I want to learn from the best, revel in the worst, and take comfort in the unknown.
But above all, I want to keep growing while embracing that side of me that will really never, ever, grow up.
Listen to me closely now: The people who dare to ask for an expansive, life-altering love, who will be alone rather than settle for less, are the ones who find it. People who accept less, who figure they don’t deserve any better, who figure that it’s too much of a risk to tell the truth and scare men off, are the ones who live with a constant feeling of disappointment and neglect. When you neglect yourself and your feelings, you get neglected by others, too.
Stand up for yourself. Stand up for what you want. Does that make you That Girl?
Then BE. THAT. GIRL.
Because That Girl is a shining beacon to the rest of us. That Girl doesn’t play along and call herself whatever some dude is calling her, whether it’s “pal” or “that chick I’m sleeping with” or “her, over there.” That Girl doesn’t sit through drifty, disconnected conversations with men who can’t show up. That Girl doesn’t care if you think she’s attractive or appropriate or easy to be around or not. She’s not caught up in some dude’s love affair—with himself, with his stuff, with his fantasy of how easy and sexy and mysterious True Love will be when he finally finds it, just like a porn flick starring him with a soundtrack by The Shins. That Girl is willing to risk his disapproval for the sake of her own happiness.
Fuck the critics. Fuck the onlookers. Fuck this cold, disapproving world, that doesn’t like That Girl or really any fucking girl at all, when it boils right down to it. BE THAT GIRL.
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.
And here I was thinking that “never-not” was just my thing.
This is how O’Reilly got owned.
BILL O’REILLY: Your detractors believe that you did not tell the world it was a terror attack because your campaign didn’t want that to come out.
PRESIDENT OBAMA: And they believe it because folks like you are telling them that.
I somehow missed that the Pope released a dove after a public prayer for the Ukraine and it was immediately killed by a crow and a seagull while the stupefied public watched in horror.
It fascinates me that these are not even birds of prey - not birds designed to eat a dove. Just leechy assholes that thrive on garbage. What a poem.
Dear now former client,
Remember the contract you signed before we started working? I wrote that contract. I wrote it to protect myself from your inconsiderate ass. Don’t try to find loopholes on MY contract. The one I fucking wrote. With my best interest in mind.