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A Spasm of Oversharing
Jul. 6th, 2021 04:24 pmThat's what I often feel about the stuff I commit to Twitter every day. This particular instance ranged through sex as a right/wrong binary, colonialism and the fact that I usually write about stuff instead of doing it IRL because "That [insert thing here] just sounds like a lot of work." Now I need to calm my ass down and talk about some slightly more domestic stuff, before I start a fight with anybody.
(This last part brought to you by having watched a former student of mine get into trouble for trying to rebut that #OnThisDayShe tweet about Violette Morris, Vichy government collaborator, who was killed by the French Resistance. Was she a Nazi torturer? Did she get a mastectomy because s/he was trans? Was she a butch lesbian with issues with the homophobia experienced while competing in France? Did she just want to be in the Olympics, even if they were held in Nazi Berlin? An historical argument can be made for all of the above. People are difficult, sometimes unforgivably so. I just sort of wish he'd read the room better, but the whole thing does still interest me, which is why I'm keeping score, if also keeping out of it. And amusingly, he was the guy who suggested I get on Twitter, in the first place.)
Anyhoo. The soaked bean chilli bake turned out well, so tonight I'm going to try the GF, stuff-I-had-in-my-fridge version of red beans and rice I also made last night, while racking up an insane number of daily steps that later caused me to crap out halfway through the evening. It's currently 32 degrees outside, which is hotter than any of us care for; I'm planning to take Cal out, or get Steve to take Cal out, once the sun starts to fall. No writing for maybe a week at this point, another reason I need to stop pontificating in tweet-chains and do something fucking useful. The haps.
(This last part brought to you by having watched a former student of mine get into trouble for trying to rebut that #OnThisDayShe tweet about Violette Morris, Vichy government collaborator, who was killed by the French Resistance. Was she a Nazi torturer? Did she get a mastectomy because s/he was trans? Was she a butch lesbian with issues with the homophobia experienced while competing in France? Did she just want to be in the Olympics, even if they were held in Nazi Berlin? An historical argument can be made for all of the above. People are difficult, sometimes unforgivably so. I just sort of wish he'd read the room better, but the whole thing does still interest me, which is why I'm keeping score, if also keeping out of it. And amusingly, he was the guy who suggested I get on Twitter, in the first place.)
Anyhoo. The soaked bean chilli bake turned out well, so tonight I'm going to try the GF, stuff-I-had-in-my-fridge version of red beans and rice I also made last night, while racking up an insane number of daily steps that later caused me to crap out halfway through the evening. It's currently 32 degrees outside, which is hotter than any of us care for; I'm planning to take Cal out, or get Steve to take Cal out, once the sun starts to fall. No writing for maybe a week at this point, another reason I need to stop pontificating in tweet-chains and do something fucking useful. The haps.
