Unfuckable Me

Day two of my unemployment and I just finished reading this article I am about to critique, while eating slightly burned toaster pizza because I got too involved sifting rocks out of the garden bed.

I said to myself, "I want to disagree with this article and I shall - when I have the time."

Guess what BOYYYEEE, I have time RIGHT NOW!

Being unemployed is definitely not the worst.

Brief Check In

So I just wanted to get some more thoughts down, since this period of time is both weird and unsettling, and also deeply familiar.

It's weird and unsettling because I thought by now, I'd never again have to feel so scattered and unsure. It's familiar, because once again for the millionth time in my life it feels, I am scattered and unsure.

Life changes all the time, with or without help

garden bed

Last night I went to a friend's seder and experienced a whole different family for a night. At this family, they sing 'subtly' altered versions of Beatles songs that are about the Jews exile in Sinai:

Moses is the Guy We'll Follow

Special words by Lia Lehrer and Julia Latash
(Sung to the tune of "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds")

Picture yourself in a desert in Sinai
With sand in your shoes, and sun in your eyes
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,

Why women can't - and shouldn't - stop feeling creeped out by staring men

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With Toronto getting an early taste of summer, Miriam Verburg wrestles with an irresistible urge to find the men who ogle her disgusting.

This is a satirical response to this piece of high-class journalism from the award-winning writer Ian Brown. A triumph of link-bait sir, I can only hope my humble response does your original work justice.