A while ago I stopped wearing bras on a daily basis, mostly because, unless I'm going for a run, I don't need them. My breasts sort of have a natural lift anyway, and no one notices. This morning I happened to stoop over to reach for something in a dress I was wearing and simultaneously …
Continue reading I went up two bra sizes and it is unacceptable.
Yesterday I was reminded of a post I wrote years ago when, during an otherwise pleasant experience at a medical spa, a nurse attempted to apply protective yellow goggles to my face by jamming them into my freshly pierced helix. (That’s the ear cartilage.) The request for consent needn’t be verbal: I could have cautioned …
Continue reading Ask me before you touch me if you don’t usually touch me. Thanks.
(Some of you were asking where the video of me reading this aloud went. I took it down. As a response to the inquiries, I'm posting the content as imaged text.) One day I wrote my own obituary with having imagined that I accomplished nothing in order to confront my worst truths about myself and, …
I have nothing to say about 2018, so present you this unflattering photo of myself grimacing into the sun while driving. (Don't worry! I was coming to a stop light! Drive safe.) This cringing sums up my entire year. Yes, I'm still sick and, in the photo, driving between work-related errands; my lipstick has worn …
Continue reading Why is the sun particularly blinding in the winter?
For those of you who'd actually like to be able to read this, clicking the image to enlarge will render it crispier. Alternatively, you can access the clear PDF version. And no, whenever I present one of these here, it isn't complete. There's a lot of exegesis in the blank portions unreleased in this capacity.
Shortly after reading my article regarding polygamy, a beloved friend of mine (shoutout) maintained that “the responsibility possessing your right hand” should remain “the responsibility your right hand possesses” (translated across all other versions as “what your right hands possess”) because it is grammatically the right hand that is doing the possessing. I could see …
I don’t really care about the outrage I’m going to spark, but before I spark it, I want to briefly mention that my understanding of haraam does not contrast starkly with halaal. In the thoughts of most Muslims, “haraam” translates to “forbidden.” Most of you know already that I subscribe to moral absolutes, i.e. I …
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