It makes perfect sense. If I don’t make plans with you, I’m sure not to disappoint.
I’m pulling my punches and trying not to telegraph my frustration and self-doubt. Why am I so bad at this?
I went to a wedding today. Someone said, “My advice about marriage: You’ll have the same fights over [...]
Author Archive > ann
dirt sea
for Fuck’s sake…
1) John Mackey is an ass.
2) John Mackey is not Whole Foods.
3) Boycotting Whole Foods wlll hurt lots of people who work there who aren’t John Mackey and who don’t agree with his position on healthcare reform and frankly, think he’s an ass.
dear abby
I always seem to end up here.
Why can’t boundaries be a place to begin the conversation?
Use I statements. Keep telling yourself that nobody else can hurt your feelings unless you let them. The truth is, that only works if you don’t let anyone else in.
Solitude is apt to shed its charms [...]
anarchist pen FTW
Recently returned from Portland. I’ll post more when I feel less zombie-ish, but for now, enjoy these passive-aggressive notes.
On the bathroom wall at Sweet Pea Vegan Bakery:
The note says, “Where did you buy your pen? An anarchist pen store?”
In a convenience store:
I’d like to thank Arron, whomever he is, for ensuring that the aforementioned [...]
cis privilege
There are virtually no spaces, even on the Internet, where transpeople’s voices are centered.
The recent brouhaha at Pam’s House Blendis only one example of this phenomenon.
It frustrates me, and fucken’ pisses me off, that any discussion of trans-issues rapidly devolves into calls for transpeople to justify their existence.
Understanding one’s own privilege is difficult. Being [...]
The perils of social networking
I just got back from an HR conference. Indeed, an exciting time was had by all.
One of the more interesting lectures at this conference concerned social networking and hiring best practices. Apparently, most of my colleagues use Facebooks and the Google to screen potential hires. Since your profile is considered public domain, there’s nothing illegal [...]
good grief
I wish I could do something to fix this.
Make a casserole. Hook a scarf. Buy everyone dinner. Give her a hug. Bring her back.
As the youngest person there, I inadvertently became the center of attention. They toasted my pithy achievements a little too loudly. I blushed. [...]
