So I've been working real hard the past several months on getting myself to let myself FEEL THINGS and did you ever notice how often I start blog posts with "so" oh well fuck you.
Anyway I just watched the Hannah Gadsby special "Nanette" for the 10th time and for the 10th time it made me cry.
The older I get, the more eager I am to protect the young radicals shaping the world right now from the people who hate and fear them.
Oh, you think you're so tough, threatening 18-year-old women through your Twitter account? Why don't you come say that to my face, to the wrinkles on the bridge of my nose, to my dark circles and bags that I've always had but no longer resent, to my neck fat and my bloodshot 32-year-old eyeballs?