Blog, Me

It’s not like I was already working 80 hours a week or anything

A couple of quick things:

I went to the Women’s March and it was great! Then I wrote a guide for Canadians who want to keep that momentum going, since we can’t exactly call US reps. (I’ll have to mirror that here at some point for ~*canonical record*~ reasons but uh I don’t have time to deal with the formatting right now.)

I also started a TinyLetter. Since I’m patently not going to consume any less news than I currently do, I might as well use that fixation to help you consume less news.

Also, for the sake of full disclosure: I made all the posts on this blog prior to 2013 private. Because it turns out the writings of a self-important early-twenty-something-year-old are actually really obnoxious! Who woulda thunk.

I’m clearly much wiser now, in my ripe old age of late-twenty-something.

Standard
Blog, Whimsy

Books of 2016

I read 65 books in 2016. Some random numbers:

At least 1 female author: 54%
At least 1 PoC author: 18% (Yikes – I’ll have to do better about that)
Nonfiction: 29% (this is way higher than normal and I am v proud!)
Fantasy: 20%
Comic books: 14%
YA: 11%
Mystery: 11%
Sci-Fi: 8%
Literary: 8%

Best fiction: Dark Orbit by Carolyn Ives Gilman (review), Fifth Season by NK Jemisin
Best non-fiction: Unspeakable Things by Laurie Penny (review)
Most beautiful language: Between The World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates
Most thought-provoking: Utopia of Rules by David Graeber (review)
Most useful: Don’t Think of an Elephant by George Lakoff
Most enraging: How To Suppress Women’s Writing by Joanna Russ
Most sheer fun: Raven and the Reindeer by T. Kingfisher
Best comic: Saga by Brian K. Vaughn and Fiona Staples
Best follow-up in a series: The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater
Most disappointing: Our Endless Numbered Days by Claire Fuller (I like unreliable narrators but the nature of the reveal here was just, ugh.)
Most overrated: The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo
Worst read: The Unhappenings by Edward Aubry (review)

Standard
Blog, Commentary, Social Issues

Be Neville Longbottom

Donald Trump is President-elect of the United States of America.

This was a shock, but it was also not a surprise. It is always a mistake to underestimate the depth of bigotry.

I have spent most of the day staring off into nothing. I have not gone more than half an hour without tearing up or outright crying. I am already sick and tired of reading postmortems but I cannot stop clicking them like a hamster on speed, looking for something that could have saved you, could have saved us. I am angry at everybody. I am angry at everything. I want to tear shit up and burn things down. I want to disappear. Continue reading

Standard
Blog, Commentary

Ashley Madison: It’s not really about infidelity.

(This post was first published on Medium.com)

About a week ago, I posted the following tweet:

In the week since a lot of new information has come to light. There has been a second, larger dump with source code and the CEO’s email. We know about “family values” activist Josh Duggar’s account on the site (for which he seems to be more apologetic than, you know, molesting his sisters). We know about women and members of the LGBTQ population living in repressive regimes whose lives have been put at serious risk because of the leak. We know there are already mercenary “security experts” that are using the public’s fear to harvest email addresses for scams. We are starting to see real-world fall-out, including at least two possible suicides that have been linked to this.

In other words, things have gotten a lot more complicated.

This issue is about much more than infidelity. It’s about our vicious delight in negativity, the inevitable failure of computer security and computer literacy, the collateral damage of schadenfreude, the normalization of vigilante justice, and a collective desire for black-and-white judgments.

This is going to get long. Bear with me. Continue reading

Standard
Blog, Social Issues

Scattered thoughts about minimum wage

I got into a conversation about raising the minimum wage on a friend’s FB thread, and I am reposting my comments here cleaned up a bit so that text is not wasted. 

*

If you work 40 hours a week doing nothing but flipping burgers, or mopping floors, or making coffee, I see no conceivable reason why you should not make a living wage. Any argument that attempts to justify why someone working full time should be unable to support themselves is nothing but classist bullshit for “keeping the poor in their place”. Continue reading

Standard
Blog, Commentary

Talking is not enough

Bell Let’s Talk always makes me super uncomfortable for reasons I can never quite articulate. Part of it is because I dislike a company advertising for itself on the backs of advocacy for mental health awareness. I get that this campaign is more effective at raising awareness across the country than Bell just silently throwing a whole gob of money at CAMH, but the ads don’t have to be so damn branded. (Note: I have similar issues with the Dove Campaign co-opting feminism. You didn’t start the conversation, you’re just benefiting from it. Yes, I am a cynical asshole.)

Part of it is also the nagging sense that we’re missing something, and moreover, that the thing we’re missing is being further obscured by a focus on talking.

Continue reading

Standard
Blog, Whimsy

Types of Fictional Stories That Hit Me Right in the Feels: An Incomplete List

  1. Stories about good relationships between a parent and a child
  2. Stories about coming to terms with the imperfections of a parent
  3. Stories about searching for a place to call home, and finding it
  4. Stories about realizing that you are more rooted than you think
  5. Stories about the futile attempt to find happiness in the next adventure, always the next one
  6. Stories about love found in unlikely places between unlikely people
  7. Stories about love that grows over the course of an entire lifetime shared
  8. Stories about predestined love and the illusion of choice
  9. Stories about the ways in which we fail to live up to love
  10. Stories about being disillusioned about the people we love, and loving them anyway
  11. Stories about helping others despite lacking the means to do so
  12. Stories about storytelling that changes the life of the storyteller

Astute readers may notice that this means I basically cry at everything (fictional).  You would be correct.

Standard
Me

Twenty Fifteen

I wanted 2015 to be the year I start blogging again.

Scratch that, I wanted 2015 to be the year I start writing again.

It doesn’t matter that “writing” has been on my New Year’s Resolution list since time immemorial. It doesn’t matter that I never live up to that vow, for a variety of excuses that do a pretty decent job of masquerading as plausible reasons. If insanity is repeatedly doing the same thing with the expectation of a different outcome, then call me insanely hopeful about each successive year’s potential to not suck.

I don’t believe in superstitions and symbolisms. Except a tiny part of me does. And that tiny part of me wanted 2015 to be a fresh beginning.

Continue reading

Standard