Bauhauswife

2022-03-29 05:52:38 Open / Comment

2022-03-28 21:55:29 I’m preparing a talk on the Germanic Healing Framework right now, so It’s annoying that I also feel the need to comment on this nonsense, but here we are: Open / Comment

2022-03-28 19:16:24 Open / Comment

2022-03-28 18:26:43 Wow. Really? Mmmkay. That’s one way of looking at it. Open / Comment

2022-03-28 18:10:02 Check out how they got everyone to talk about that irrelevant awards show. Open / Comment

2022-03-28 08:01:13 I mean, this probably doesn’t apply to any of *us*, but I’m seeing it out there, for sure. Open / Comment

2022-03-27 17:52:07 Open / Comment

2022-03-27 07:57:17 Among those of you who were alive in the time of rotary dial phones and the absence of the internet (1981 here) who remembers getting into *serious* trouble for reading books? I was never prohibited specific books (my own parents, thank God, were gloriously open-minded, and I was encouraged to literally read anything I could get my hands on, at the appropriate time), but I was *constantly* under tyrannical oppression for reading at apparently the wrong time. Reading at the dinner table: I would hide books under my shirt to smuggle them in, and I remember my father and mother both bellowing at me when they discovered my eyes wandering to my lap. “Is that a bloody goddamned book under there?!” (Outraged) “HAND THE DAMNED THING OVER”. I would receive detention at school for *reading*, instead of paying attention to the mind-control programming (explains so much). I scavenged flashlights in order to read under the covers in bed, risking discovery, which would lead to confiscations and punishments…to a point. My parents did give up on policing nighttime reading when I was around ten. But the rules around reading at the dinner table continued until I left home. I bumped into lamp posts in public on account of reading books while walking around the city. I balanced open books on the handlebars of my bike. I also played the piano on my abdomen with autistic fervour (especially after my books had been taken away), and I recall a teacher taking me aside to inform me that if I didn’t stop and “pay attention”, she would take me to the principal’s office and have my mother pick me up from school early. I was magnificent. Now I read on my phone, and it feels pathetic, at times, but then again, there is something equally beautiful about the desire that underpins all our addictions to the screen: it’s not the screen itself that we’re hungry for, not really; it’s stories. ? Open / Comment

2022-03-27 07:38:38 Today’s winner. Open / Comment

2022-03-03 03:13:12 This made everyone really mad: Open / Comment