Big Spoons

I guess I just want to know where all the big spoons are going. Every time I open the drawer we have less of them.   Are they getting up and walking away in search of houses with better cereal? Maybe it's too much to ask that granola should inspire any kind of loyalty.   …

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It is possible that I am Everything You think I am A usurper An oppressor Ignorant Of your history and of your ways and of your beauty Dismissive Of your gained resilience and your natural brilliance Uncomprehending Of the whole that is you   It is possible that I am Nothing You think I am …

“No gifts for you.” And other Grinchy things I have to say.

Ah, the holiday season has arrived. And so has my curmudgeonly attitude. The brassy sounds of Christmas jingles accost me in every public space, harried shoppers are rushing through the stores snapping at their spouses, and I am once again wondering why it is that everyone has decided this is “the most wonderful time of …

Now You Know. Or, a post about consent for all of the “good guys”.

So, here is me, one more voice writing one more post about consent. But, this one is different, because it is directed to all of you. My friends. The “good guys”. You know who you are. I have laughed with you, admired you, hugged you, drank with you, sang with you, trusted you, helped you, vouched for you, and believed in you. I have called you a friend. And now I am calling you out. After this, you can never say you didn’t know. You can never selfishly take advantage of a woman, violate her consent, and claim ignorance.