One of life’s great ironies is that almost everyone who makes the active decision to not have kids would probably be way better at raising a child than all the people who just kind of have children because it’s what they think everyone is supposed to do
Like genuinely if you’re like “I don’t want kids because of the financial strain/the commitment/the irritation I would feel/the possibility of traumatizing them/whatever reason” you instantly demonstrate to me that you 1) understand the realities of parenthood and 2) believe that children should be treated with at least a base level of respect and compassion. Meanwhile everyone who’s like “I want kids because I don’t want to be alone” “I can’t wait to dress up my babies” “I won’t raise my children to be soft” may as well be talking about Neopets for all the fucks they seem to give about kids
instead of saying or thinking “not all men”, it is so much better to think “it doesn’t have to be all men” and pledge to make yourself not one of those men and work on making the men around you also not one of those men
Teen Vogue has produced some of the strongest and most important political journalism of the past few years.
This is a monstrous development.
Legacy/corporate media is killing youth power.
In addition to no politics staffers, there are also no Black women or trans people working for them anymore. (Source: same Bluesky thread screenshotted above)
RIP dick cheney, you should’ve died in prison at the Hague instead of at home surrounded by your loved ones. or, for the sake of karma, at least have gotten shot in the face.
I hope the lesbian that fixed his internet and dared him to waterboard her is doing well today.
My supervisor called and said, “Look at the work order I just dropped you. You’re gonna thank me.” I recognized the name: Mary Cheney, the former vice president’s daughter. I didn’t know why he thought I’d thank him. I called him back. “What the fuck are you doing to me here?”
“I thought you’d be happy. They’re lesbians.”
“Dude. They’re married.” He didn’t say anything. I said, “Google her and tell me you still think you’re doing me a favor.”
He said I was just pissed because they were Republicans. I said I was pissed because Dick was a fucking war criminal. He called me a communist. Said a couple of guys had been out. Internet problem. Read the notes. I didn’t actually have a choice. But with the pressure off to complete 12 jobs a day, I found I could actually have fun at work, joke with my boss about whether or not the Cheneys constituted a favor just because, hey, we’re all lesbians.
Mary Cheney wasn’t home. Which was good. The further I was from Dick, the more likely I was to keep my mouth shut. Her wife was friendly and talkative in the way old people are friendly and talkative because they haven’t had a visitor since Christmas. The house had a few problems. I’d fix one. She’d call my supervisor and I’d have to go back to fix another. But I finally got it fixed.
A few months later, my boss called and started with, “Don’t kill me.” He was sending me to Dick Cheney’s. Dick was home.
He had an assistant or secretary or maybe security who followed me around while I checked connections and signal levels. I’d already found a system problem outside. I just wanted to make sure I never had to fucking set foot in that house again. Dick walked into the office while I was working. He was reading from a stack of papers and ignored me. I told the assistant it would probably be a week or so. I’d put the orders in. He had my supervisor’s number.
He said something to the effect of, “You do understand this is the former vice president.”
Cheney looked up.
I panicked and said the first thing that came to mind: “Yeah, well, waterboard me if it makes him feel better. It’ll still take a week.” And I walked out.
It was my last call that day. I drove the entire way home thinking of a hundred better things I could’ve said. Finally, I called my supervisor and told him I might’ve accidentally mentioned waterboarding. He laughed and said I’d won. He’d stop sending me to the Cheneys’. I don’t actually know if they ever complained. If they did, he never mentioned it.
this rhetoric about art ESPECIALLY books being “traumatic” is inherently right wing and censorious. to insist that a work of fiction can corrupt is deeply puritan moralist thinking and it’s STUPID. some things SHOULD make you uncomfortable.
You should be able to have zero dollars to your name and still have everything you need to survive, dependable housing, food, water, clothing, personal care necessities like soap and deodorant and toilet paper and period products, medicine and the prescriptions/healthcare you need to live comfortably… not everyone’s life should be focused on the accumulation of wealth, and yet society is structured around earning money being the only way to survive or do anything at all. Some humans are really good at earning money because it gives them purpose but that shouldn’t be how everyone has to live
