Fun-Sized Advice

On fun-sized advice

Please tell me you hate Texas.
No, I don’t hate Texas. I just hate willful ignorance in the form of organized religion, jingoistic nationalism, and patriarchal machismo. Texas is a delicious bowl of chili, but unfortunately, a bunch of idiots keep adding those three beans to the recipe.

I get told that because I prefer older men I have some kind of father complex, and it bothers the hell out of me. What do I tell these people who keep insisting that my preferences are from having a lack of father in my life? I probably should ignore them but it’s really starting to get to me.
Ignore them if you want, but it’s not gonna stop bothering you until you come to accept the underlying truth in it. Of course, you also need to accept that it’s not a flaw. There’s absolutely no shame in the correlation.

I have friends who never stop babbling about how technology is the answer and how we’re so lucky to have the web and our smart phones etc. etc. I have other friends who get off hard to Walden and are constantly mourning this collective loss of physical experience to the virtual. I see both sides but can’t really vibe with either extreme. Where do you draw your lines?
Please. Thoreau would’ve never logged off of tumblr. We’re the luckiest motherfuckers in the history of the species to have the internet and all its accoutrements. There’s no need to make a false dichotomy out of the physical and the virtual. All you have to do is maintain a balance and draw the lines at common courtesy.

Thanks for posting so much lately! I’m sure I’m not alone in expressing how awesome it’s been. Just curious—why the change in pace?
Honestly? I’m procrastinating. There’s other shit I should be doing right now.


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