Actually had this thought this morning:
“What if I just don’t go back to reality? What if I make my own reality and live there, instead?”
Why not?
This weekend I’m going to send letters to every city council member about the Nazi takeover last week, and I’m going to be really hesitant to head to places that don’t require proof of vaccine.
*fastens choker, plucks eyebrows too thin*
I know that there are countless cultural touchstones for pinpointing exactly when everything started going to shit, but I’d like to really think it was when Rivers Cuomo sang about how he’ll never belong in Beverly Hills at the same time that he had a net worth of $30 million.
It’s 9⁄11 Eve so don’t forget to leave pretzels out for Dubya tonight.
“Please, tomorrow, spare a minute for your conservative friends. They have to spend a whole day pretending that they would be upset about 3,000 Americans dying in a preventable tragedy.”
—mai fren, Rob
—emily duchaine
Flommist Emily Duchaine lives in the Pacific Northwest. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and listen to the Talking Heads. She pretends to be a professional businesswoman most days. Copyright © 2021 Emily Duchaine.
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