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On The Best Time Eve Went Camping

@antilamentation Also, the site keeps logging me out although I've checked the "keep me logged in" box. This has been happening for quite a long time now. Is there a fix for that?

Posted on April 23, 2014 at 9:12 am 0

On The Best Time Eve Went Camping

@antilamentation Can someone tell me if the comment system is broken? I can only see my own comments when logged in. This makes me wonder if I'm missing comments by other posters as well.

Posted on April 23, 2014 at 9:10 am 0

On The Best Time Eve Went Camping

This was epic and wonderful.

Posted on April 22, 2014 at 3:13 pm 0

On Coming-Out Technology, Exiting the Girlfriend Zone, and the Lesbro Conundrum

@lunaesque Yeah. If I'm with a friend and their partner, I will say "hi" to the partner, ask how they are and so on. I'll include them if for no other reason than they're important to my friend and their well being matters to my friend. I care about my friend so why wouldn't I want to get on decently with their partner and be interested in how they are too?

If we take out the partner angle (for clarity), the same thing is still true for people who are otherwise important to my friends. When I meet a friend's parents for instance, I'm polite to them. I talk with them. I certainly don't ignore them. I may not relate to them in the same way that I relate to my friend, but I do make an effort to relate to them in some way, and to get along at least minimally because that's part of being a good friend: being decent towards the people who matter to my friend.

It's a basic friendship fail, even before we get to the weird reveal about asking former-best-friend to donate sperm in such a way that former-best-friend's girlfriend was left horrified by the situation. Why would you do that to a friend?! I mean you must have had some idea that their partner will also have an opinion and needs and feelings in that situation, right? So wouldn't you be working doubly hard - if anything - to get to know her, let her get to know you, and to see how you all feel about each other, before making such a huge request? If you'd done that, you might know it wasn't right to ask, or even if you asked, you might have done it in a way that showed you'd understand if the answer was "no", and that might have saved that friendship. If she was treating former-best-friend's partner anything like LW, I don't see how she was doing any groundwork in her friendship to support making such a huge request of the couple. It smacks of blind self-interest trumping the empathy needed for a good friendship, let alone a BEST friendship.

Good friends understand that their friends exist in a web of relationships that are also important to the well being of those friends, and they work with that in the friendship. A best friend - of all people - should be making even more of an effort to get along with their best friend's significant people. The whole thing speaks to me of bad friendship and weird boundaries, and I think LW and her partner are well out of that one.

Posted on March 14, 2014 at 10:13 am 3

On Surprise! We're All Going to the Super Bowl With This Dude and His Mom

Awwwwwwwww! So sweet. :)

For even more feels, you may also want to check out this video about deaf Seahawks fullback, Derrick Coleman, surprising two young fans who also wear hearing aids.

http://www.sbnation.com/lookit/2014/1/30/5361544/derrick-coleman-hearing-impaired-fans-video

Posted on January 30, 2014 at 9:23 pm 0

On "Lady/ Assaulted As Teenager/ Or Current Business"

John Smith picked up his post as he got home from his job as a marketer. He flipped through some leaflets for take out food, one credit card bill and then paused with a frown on his face as he came across a slim white envelope addressed to "John Smith, Being Stalked, Or Current Business."

"What the fuck?" He tore open the envelope to see that it was a promotional leaflet for a car wash. He glared at it for a moment, perplexed, and then tossed it with the other leaflets into the trash.

He knew about some of this stuff from work. "Someone got it wrong," he muttered to himself as he headed to the kitchen. "Fucking interns."

Two days later, he got home to another slim envelope, brown this time, addressed to "John Smith, Being Stalked in his own Neighborhood, And at Current Business."

Hands trembling slightly, he tore it open and extracted a leaflet advertising a local computer repair company. He pulled out his mobile phone.

"Hello, Computer Fix. We fix it for you. How can I help you today?"

"I got this leaflet in the post from you, and it's actually addressed to me, being stalked?"

"What? You're being stalked, sir? Online?"

"No! Your leaflet. It's addressed to me, and says I'm being stalked."

"If you're having trouble with an online stalker, sir, you need to contact the police. We can only fix your computer."

"No! Look, who's in charge of your marketing? Look, just put me through to a manager."

One pointless conversation later during which he managed to learn absolutely nothing, he jammed the phone back into his pocket and went to fix himself a stiff drink.

The third envelope was waiting for him a week later. This time it was a stiff rectangular cardboard one with a white adhesive printed label, addressed to "John Smith, On Suicide Watch, At Home or At Current Business."

Inside the cardboard envelope was a small, free sample penknife from an online company which sold knives and pocket tools. He swore and flung the whole lot into the trash.

After that the letters came everyday.

"John Smith, Seeking Help for Anxiety, At his MD's."

"John Smith, Still Being Watched, All the Time."

"John Smith, The Police Just Laugh, At You."

And so on.

He began to miss work on some days to wait for the postman. He would grab the letters before the postman could slide them into his mailbox, and then hurl them straight into his trashcan. And then later when he found he couldn't think of anything else, he would creep back, extract them, and read them fearfully.

"John Smith, Self Medicating with Alcohol, At Current Business."

"John Smith, Fired, From Work."

"John Smith, Treated For Paranoid Delusions, In Hospital."

"John Smith, RIP, At Home."

The last accompanied a brochure for a funeral home.

For once, it wasn't spam.

Posted on January 24, 2014 at 12:59 pm 6

On Some 15th Century Rainbow Beasts That a Cool Scribe Drew in the Margins of His Book of Hours

Falkor? FALKOR!

Posted on January 24, 2014 at 12:24 pm 0

On Writing, Depression and Learning How to Handle Attention: A Conversation with Allie Brosh

I got my copy of the book the other week from Amazon, and have been reading it slowly to make it last longer. Great stuff. :)

Posted on November 13, 2013 at 7:38 pm 0

On How I Found Out I Didn't Have the Herpes I'd Been Living With for Four Years

@abigailnicole I think people in different parts of the world freak out a lot less about herpes than (from what I can gather) is the case in the US.

It's less of a big deal here in the UK - or maybe people are more matter of fact about it. I mean, I don't recall anyone I know here who has talked about having herpes acting as if it's shameful, or their sex life is over, or anything like that. It's just that they and their partners are a bit more careful, and life goes on.

Posted on November 13, 2013 at 7:30 pm 2

On "The truth is, the ten or twenty minutes I was somebody’s mother were black magic": Ariel Levy's "Thanksgiving in Mongolia"

@TheBelleWitch Who is she trying to punch when she's packing that punch? I can as a reader understand that people in shock and terror sometimes react in ways that fall back onto stereotypes or prejudice. I can think of times I've reacted badly to things myself. I can empathise with thinking or saying the wrong thing in an unfiltered way.

But here's the thing: if in a knee-jerk reaction - whether out of fear, or shock, or whatever feeling - I said something racist or prejudiced to someone else, I really hope that on reflection afterwards, I would get that what I had done wasn't right. And while I might hope they could understand that I was reacting in shock and fear, I also wouldn't expect them to feel OK about my making a racist statement just because I was in a very bad place myself. I wouldn't expect them to just put aside hurt feelings and let me off the hook without my needing to take any responsibility for what I'd said.

I feel like somehow this is a situation where the people who feel punched in the guts by what she wrote are being asked to overlook that feeling of being othered, or diminished, or described in a pejorative way, and expected - by the writer and the editors - to instead work doubly hard to feel for the author. I suspect it's easier to stay with the punch of her loss and pain, rather than to ignore the way she's punching a bunch of other people right in their racial/ethnic identities by writing what she's written.

Posted on November 11, 2013 at 9:07 pm 0