I once was doing who-gives-a-shit-what when a co-worker asked me, “Taylor, are you actually as confident as you seem?”
I didn’t hesitate with my answer.
“No. I’m not confident at all.”
She laughed, but I wasn’t joking. I’m not confident, not even a little. There is little to nothing I do and think, “Oh yeah, this will work. This will play. This is the right thing to do, I know it.”
What more, every time I think those words, the next thing I do invariably goes to hell.
After my co-worker eventually stopped laughing, she asked me, “So what then…
Buckle up, nerds. We’re going to space.
Bethesda Game Studios dropped a teaser for Starfield at Microsoft’s E3 showcase on June 13th, giving fans their juiciest insight yet into the Skyrim and Fallout creator’s newest franchise.
The two minute eighteen second trailer leaves a lot to unpack. After close inspection, a gazillion viewings, and meticulous examination of Todd Howard interviews (director and executive producer at Bethesda), we have a fuller picture of the highly-anticipated space epic.
The teaser tells us Starfield has been twenty five years in the making. Howard says in his introduction that “it wasn’t until now that…
I’m a city person. I believe my ancestors evolved out of the caves for a reason. I believe the mattress is more than a trend and that walking five minutes to a toilet just to discover it’s not a real toilet is a less-than-desirable way to start your Saturday. But when my Denver friends insisted they take me camping, I agreed under the stipulation that I could complain the whole time.
This is not the time-and-again story of a city slicker who delves into the wild and is confronted with the error of his ways before the majesty of nature…
I don’t have kids (concerned liberal mothers all breath a sigh of relief). But I work with kids (they spit their kombucha in alarm). And I’m saying it right now:
Which is not to say I don’t want my child to be gay. I would love a gay son. Gay men dress themselves better, groom themselves better, throw better parties, mature faster, have way less unplanned pregnancies and wanna go see musicals. I mean, shit, my parental responsibilities would be nil.
And a lesbian daughter would be amazing. I don’t have to keep her away from boys, or teach her…
Every time you see one the response is the same: gaggles and groups will stop and stare, awestruck at the beauty of a stained glass window. And why shouldn’t they? Stained glass windows are undeniably gorgeous. That’s their purpose. But here’s something worth asking.
What does that do to the self-esteem of other windows?
The admiration with which we shower stained glassed windows is not without its drawbacks. When normal, everyday windows see the admiration and praise elicited by their stained counterparts, it forces them to look at themselves and ask “What am I missing?”
Crystal, a windshield from west…
They met online, as young people do; or as young people did, even before meeting outside the matrix was an act of rebellion.
Neither was sure what they were looking for. But they were lonely, they were bored, and they were single. And PornHub was no longer free.
So they chatted in-app. They texted out-app. He sent a picture of his lackluster abs. She giggled. She sent a picture of her slim waist. He blushed.
They zoomed together. They got stoned together. They perused free items on Craigslist together (did I mention they were stoned?). She sent him funny tweets…
As we watch the toppling of Confederate generals, famed white supremacists, slaveholders, slave traders, colonists and conquerors, we need to stop and take a moment to note what no one is discussing.
Statues are fucking stupid.
All of them. The idea of the statue may be normalized through sheer exposure. But can you imagine explaining this to a child?
“Okay Buster, here’s the deal. Someone famous died, and to honor them, we’re going to make a life size action figure, but with the colors all messed up and no one can play with it.”
Buster goes from excited to bewildered…
Who’s the wokest one at work? You don’t even need to ask. It’s you, of course. Sure you may be white. And cisgender. Maybe even heterosexual, or possibly a man, but that doesn’t blind you to the realities of this un-great nation. You get it. You self-educate. You’re an ally. But what good is any of that if you can’t show it off to people in your daily life? No good, no good at all. And so here are Six Practical Strategies to Out-Woke Your Co-workers.
As always happens at work, someone will complain. This is only natural. What you…
Dear Child Stars of Harry Potter,
Thank you. Thank you for your service. Thank you for stepping up to reinstate the gender of millions with your statements and letters. For a tense few days following J.K. Rowling’s fateful tweet, trans people across the world suddenly stopped being who and what they know themselves to be. Thank you for returning them to their true selves.
Thank you for doing what only you can. The day J.K. Rowling made her life-changing tweet, Hugh Jackman could not have saved anyone. Gal Gadot herself was powerless. Only the actors who portrayed Rowling’s characters could…