New fake band:  He Who Ha-has and the Who-hoos

The internet is a vast wasteland of people explaining to their friends a lot of things they already know.  Echo upon echo.  The world outside our screens needs more oomph.  Social media cannot possibly lead to social justice.  (File under:  hellishly understated necessities of revolution.  See also:  why can’t I make new friends anymore?  Additional references:  fragile masculinity, defensive whiteness, performative ally-ship.)

Fantastic Beet Salad and Where to Find It (Now in restaurants near you)

Fuck all holidays, the one this week especially.  If you need to buy gifts this season, please spend your money on marginalized humans in small businesses.  Or, if you’re like me and have something against physical stuff, you can donate to someone hungry.

Explicitly stated physical attraction + generous, personal friendship = ???  Pretty sure the answer is romance but please correct me if you’re familiar with a different result in this equation.

Audre Lorde should be canonized as Our Mother of Holy Intersectional Feminism.  If you’re reading this and there are other authors who seem to vie for this particular sainthood, please oh please share them with me!

Speaking of:  an entire drag show of male bodies dressed in high femme and one of these deep voices–which you know belongs to a person who is proud of his body by day, has no trouble walking down the street without being harassed, makes a full wage when he works, definitely put on all that makeup just for fun, not because anybody said he was ugly otherwise, and has full permission to do whatever else he wants with his body–says, “Down with the patriarchy!” and there is literally not one woman represented on the entire stage, so what the fuck is that proudly hairy, muscular dude even saying.  If anybody wants to discuss the taking up of space by white cis male queerness, I am here (and hear) for it.  Like for real, please talk me down.  If I’d had a tomato that night I’d have thrown it.