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There is a game I read about years ago.
In that game, four kids each hold onto a broomstick, and try to push it downward into a cup on the floor.
That can already be a little tricky.
Continue reading ““Cleanup on Aisle Collaboration, please.””
I’ve been experimenting with the word “creepy” and what it means.1
Continue reading ““Creepy, doll.””
It feels as if there’s an inverse relationship between a group’s claim at the efficacy of their self-policing and the actual ability for them to self-police.
Continue reading “We all need mirrors”
I read an amusing list online a few days ago. It was a list of how not to be “creepy.” It was all the usual things, such as “don’t touch people without their permission,” and “don’t corner people when they’re alone,” and “pay attention to subtle little things like how we lift our pinkies on Thursday nights when the buffalo calls out to determine whether or not we might or might not be approachable,” and so forth.
Continue reading “We are the cops. You and me.”
You’ve been in a pet store. You’ve seen the signs: “Please don’t tap on the glass.” I try to imagine what tapping on the glass of an aquarium must be like for a fish. I imagine it’s a bit like three or four cars exploding near me, maybe with an airhorn or two to destroy the high end of my hearing, too. I imagine it’s quite traumatizing.
Continue reading “Tapping the Glass”