I do not generally support brands on social media because, one, it’s too much pressure and, two, when I ask you to support something I want you to trust that it’s really important.
This week and any week, please consider supporting your LOCAL bail fund and/or @nightschoolbar
I always appreciate your support, obvi, but I’m full up on gifts! If you have ever felt inclined to tip me, these two causes are really good approximations of my values: debt-free humanistic inquiry for all & freedom over money. Thank you 🙏🏾.
I cannot even put into WORDS how I felt when my doorbell rang as I was teaching and a delivery person handed me this GORGEOUS bounty from Chef @andreareusing of @LanternNC
There are only two other gifts in my life that are in this god tier.
I take this amazing, thoughtful gift as a sign from the universe that I am living a life so authentic to me that empathetic people know how to make me happy. Thank you a million.
I have met the man in this thread a million times. Some of the Black male discourse #onhere is blackfishing sock puppets. Some of it bears out as actual people & how they actually talk in real life.
There is something to a Black man with more than one degree but fewer than three, who has never been married by age 45, and who also smokes cigars that’s just a very specific socal location. That’s all I can tell you.
That man is absolutely going to talk *at* you for two straight hours, generally with his response to every Black twitter and Black Facebook “debate” he has ever seen. Thus the rundown that feels like one long Facebook comment about $100 dates.
The bartender is trying to convince everyone at the bar not to get vaccinated. She isn’t vaccinated her daughter because she got sick after her shot. And she has had COVID twice. Just reporting the news.
These are my people. And I ain’t gonna say jack nothing. All the ships have sailed. I got nothing to add.
“If it’s my time, take me Lord.” Everyone at the bar nods. “I am good with god.”
I am NOT good with god, which is why I get all the shots.
In the 1990s there was a store called 5-7-9 that only sold clothes in sizes 5, 7 & 9. I just randomly remembered this at 1 am but also this is why all the women of a certain age hate everybody.
You cannot be an adult and still be proud to say you shopped at 579, y’all. You have to have a new accomplishment.
Many of these tweets have blown my ever-loving mind. I’m turning the tweet off because it is Takesgiving and I don’t feel like hating a bunch of people.