6.125. Reflections on a Sunday Eve

Tough day on a lot of levels. The most physical one being my slamming a door on my finger and now I am typing without my index finger. Here is an interesting fact: I don’t entirely know the fingers. Index, Pinky, Middle, Thumb. There’s another finger but I’m kind of dumb. Okay, not really but the rhyme felt right. The hand doesn’t. It is tough to type this way, but it is the way I need to rely on at this point.

Some Thoughts:

  1. The ‘Bad Bitch’ narrative was strong in the 70’s and reemerged as a different form of sexiness in the 80s. it went away for forty years and now it is back and looking like every woman is a low key bad ass. It works for me, but what doesn’t work is the unnecessary denigration of masculinity as a retcon.
  2. These blogs really need to get back to being about shit. I really need to get back to being about shit. I’m straight running out of time.

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