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Wednesday, November 9th, 2016

This dress:

cewooldress

It is black. For mourning.

It’s made of wool and linen. Natural fibers that come from the earth, and probably won’t be available in ten years (a week) because someone doesn’t believe in global warming and wants us to not pass go and go straight to Mad Max land.

It’s got thumb holes for coziness, which is an excellent secret way to feel like one is wrapping oneself up in a blanket on the couch while still being out in the world.

In short, it’s the post-Hillary dress.

The post-Trump outfit OBVIOUSLY looked like this, in case you’re wondering:

burgandysuit

 

Ok, off to drink myself into oblivion.

(Not really, but I have said that several times today. Out loud. And half meant it.)

(Yes, this whole thing was dramatic but not entirely kidding because WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED to a day I was so, so excited about? I can’t write about it, I don’t have anything to say that isn’t being said by wiser minds all over the internet.)

oh man

Tuesday, November 8th, 2016

I had high hopes, you guys.

I hoped that I would go to get drinks and watch results at The Empire, come home, and get to post YYYYYAAAAYYYYYY!

But I cannot.

THIS IS TERRIFYING AND I’LL SEE Y’ALL TOMORROW. And, let’s be honest, I’ll probably be hung over. But (*fingers crossed*) happy.

I’m with her

Monday, November 7th, 2016

I always have been. I thought she was a better choice than Obama approximately 1000 years ago. I might have been wrong, since the Obama’s administration has been pretty fucking solid, but she might have had the same opportunities and made the same choices.

I’m so, so scared. I mentioned I’ve been crying, right? About politics? Endlessly? The Rachel Bloom video makes me cry. The FiveThirtyEight election forecast page makes me cry. Our Colorado end of life proposition makes me sob like a bad actress in a bad romantic comedy (that is to say, at an unbelievable level).

I’m having a hard time mustering up a lot of concern for most of my local initiatives, honestly, and it’s probably like that in a lot of places. I did research and vote all of them (except the tax ones, I mostly just vote yes when they ask if I want to pay more taxes (<- not a joke)), but I’ve forgotten about most but 106 (end of life). Oh, and the single-payer healthcare thing. That’ll be interesting. And the minimum wage hike, actually? Ok, fine, I’m concerned about all of these things (and in favor of them).

But mostly I’m concerned that a woman who should be in the middle of a trailblazing, history making, well deserved run for the presidency is actually surrounded by the still burning dumpster fire remains of our national political process.

How did we get here? How did we as a country land in a place where a man who is openly misogynist and racist as the TIP OF HIS TERRIBLE ROTTEN ICEBERG is being lauded, if even if mostly in small but loud communities? It doesn’t look like he’s going to win, but, you know. Brexit. Polling error. A 1/3 chance of Hillary losing to him (as of this writing) is about twice her odds of losing Russian roulette, if she decided to go that way.

Anyway. I’d be with her no matter what. This whole ‘it’ll be politics as usual’ complaint is fucking fine, especially if those politics are the ones we’ve had for the last eight years. But considering her opponent is a man who is actively making the world worse just by opening his mouth in public

Holy wow am I with her.

 

c’mon, son

Monday, June 30th, 2014

I wish I understood more about law. Without having to do any actual work.

I wish the second part because I’m lazy, but the first part because from where I sit, SCOTUS just said that birth control isn’t real medicine despite it existing to control an actual specific medical condition that can affect a significant portion of the population. Either that, or people are allowed to deny other people real medicine based solely on religious belief. It’s surely a coincidence that that condition affects women/those denied people are women. It’s not like the government and religious bodies have a history of oppressing women.

Oh.

Yeah, whatever, nobody HAS to work at Hobby Lobby. Except probably some people do. So.

C’mon, SCOTUS. (Or me, if there’s something here that I don’t understand.)