He’s after me because he likes the challenge: the cat-and-the-mouse game, the construction puzzle of convincing me that it is worth it. He says I’m so unlike the others; of course I’m so unlike. The one at that moment always is.
To borrow from the Blur, “modern publishing is rubbish”. Paradoxically, instead of becoming a wonderland of stylistic and POV plurality thanks to the digital era, the industry has turned into a conformist, sycophantic cyclops obsequious to demographics with good credit scores and suitable ad targets. One that ultimately serves the white majority rather than challenge them, and systematically drowns any dissenting voices.
The cultural mainstream relentlessly promotes the extremely toxic concept of women as saviors for broken men, glorifying gender-based violence in the process. “After” by Anna Todd is yet another infuriating example.
Hi, I'm angry. I'm angry at questionable leadership decisions when the right ones don't seem too hard to make, at widespread misinformation by media - whether social or cable, the lack of empathy for thy neighbors, moody Midwestern weather. I'm angry because we are scrambling every piece of PPE at the hospital where I work, yet people are debating whether wearing a face mask in public is worth the effort, including the Commander in Chief. So what does the fox say?