Sometimes, it’s not a conspiracy when everyone dislikes you. Sometimes, we all decide independently that we don’t like you. Because you are horrible. #deepstate
Month: May 2017
Here’s an interview I did with New Hampshire Public Radio, which you can stream on their website; I’m right at the beginning of the episode. They invited me on because they liked my language of flowers article and hoped I had more anecdotes to share. Which I did. Go listen.
Something I mention in the interivew is that the meanings of carnations and of roses vary a lot depending on the color. What I don’t think to say, but should have, is that roses often describe the status of a relationship – whether it’s romantic or sexual or pure friendship; whether there’s jealousy. Carnations are helpful as responses to questions – yes, no, maybe. (Maybe is indicated by stripes, of course.)
These movements look so cool, and SO DIFFICULT. As one of the dancers breezily says to describe the hiplet style, “If you got rhythm and you can groove en pointe, you got it.”
I cannot grove en pointe. I do not got it. I don’t think many people do. But the ones who can – wow.
Normally, I say “look beyond the personalities; look at the issues,” but given Trump’s instinctual style, this newly invented feud with Germany looks an awful lot like an attempt to go after Angela Merkel—an experienced female political centrist with a global outlook who sometimes wears a familiar-looking blue pantsuit. I think there’s some misogynist transferrence going on, and I don’t think it’s mine.
Would not be surprised if Trump starts saying “crooked Germany” out of nostalgia.
By the way, you’ve probably missed this (well done, you), but the idea that Hillary and Angela are lesbian lovers running a sinister liberal conspiracy has been much explored by both Breitbart and Russian propaganda mills (explicit propaganda, not state-run news) over the last few years, so I’m guessing that will turn up again, too. Because women can’t be friends, or admire each other, apparently. Women and men can’t be friends, but also women can’t be friends. Too catty. Lock them in towers is what I say.
Maria says: For reals. He’s got a beef with women in power. Let’s not forget his bizarre reception of Merkel after his inauguration. Nevermind that she’s held her tongue about him for four months. He’s made it clear that our U.S. allies are his enemies.
Rebecca says: Jesus Howard Christ. The same Breitbart that claimed Colbert was being homophobic? You don’t get to have it both ways.
Rosi says: Yep, and powerful women are always lesbians… *eye roll*
Maria: I’d tap that.
Romie: Yeah, it is kind of a lovely idea. I hate Breitbart both for sexualizing something that’s not sexual, AND for assuming I’d be upset by such a couple, when holy cow. I dream of being an Angela Merkel in a romantic relationship with a Hillary Clinton.
Jeff says: Angela Merkel earned a doctorate in physical chemistry, one of the most difficult subjects to understand. She’s brilliant, and insecure men sadly often have a problem with brilliant women.
Oh, hon. I know I’m talking to my TV and you can’t hear me, but I am talking anyway. Sad girl, it breaks my heart to hear you say, “They lost their lives because of me and my friend.” They lost their lives because a violent, angry, confused man wanted to kill them. Their last wish, their dying wish, was that you and your friend feel welcome and safe and valued. I want that too. I hope somebody nearer by can tell you. I hope everybody can tell you, over and over, until you have been told enough times that you are able to believe it.
Angela says: It’d be cool if the president said it, or in any way acknowledged it, instead of amplifying the message that she’s a problem.
Romie: I don’t think of us as having a president right now, since the guy elected to the office doesn’t seem to want to take the role on. We’re going to have to fill in as best we can. For instance, although I don’t have the statutory powers, I’m going to do what I can to be president, and to represent all of us and the best of our hopes. Please join me in also being president.
Today in poems I would publish if they hadn’t already been published decades ago: “A Boat,” by Richard Brautigan.