I play Betty Davis about once a week. I just added her to an essay not two days ago! A beacon for strange Black girls who just don’t want to be tied down. What an icon. It seems she, too, has said enough of this world.
I just wanted to put on some fishnets and do whatever the hell I wanted. My whole life goal.
They Say I’m Different is perhaps the best known and the one in regular rotation over here. But this is a close second
Inspired my commandment that I don’t want anything that’s so good that it could mess up my life. Keep that.
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Dan put me on to folk economics concept a couple years ago. I skimmed that econ literature at the time. This time I caught something in the older canonical stuff on folk economics. It is strongly influenced by evolutionary psychology literature.
That's always a red flag for me. Not necessarily to discount the literature but to read around it more. Rubin (2003), for example, cites Steven Pinker a lot. Important to note that "folk" knowledges isn't unique to economics.
There is something about people who play “jackass style pranks” on people. I don’t like them and I’ve yet to be proven wrong.
Those pranks are on the edge of “abused animals” which we accept as a anti-social warning sign of one of the -pathys. So of course the Jerrys enjoyed playing pranks. They’re pathys.
I am frustrated so I went to a stupid workout class. Now I’m sore and frustrated. Thanks Obama.
Anyway, I know I have to wake up tomorrow and walk away from something. My spirit is clear about that. But that will be a figurative walk because my hamstrings have one long cramp going on.
Also? Screw you. I work hard. Just screw you, world!!
I sure try but if it makes anyone feel better many of my students hated me last semester. lol Class was too easy and too hard, too long and too short, etc. but certainly try.
And it’s not always to my benefit to be this way. Audiences actually love a sermon. Every week for almost ten years now I’ve gotten at least one e-mail from a reader demanding I tell them what/who is “good” or “bad”. People love moral certainty.
But I know exactly who I am and what I do in the world. I’m not your girl for good/bad. I’m your girl for yes/and And that’s okay. We get to exist too.