Jan 1, 2014
Social media can end up being a whole lot of nonsense.
If you suspect a friend has bad judgment regarding hot new platforms, send them this Gifford deck with the exclamation, “AWESOME!!”
Report back. I’m interested.
xo,
suzymae
Jan 1, 2014
There’s a zine in the works, the brainchild of a hyper-intelligent and super-fun woman: Amanda McParty! Inspired by the attitude of Sassy magazine and the wildly creative spirit of punk zines, a small collective of feminist ladies and dude are combining forces to create a brainbomb of rad ideas.
I’m psyched to be a part of the clique. One of my additions is a comic strip about the tribulations of an experimental feminist art band. The idea’s been kicking around for years, but the biggest problem I face is one bands have wrestled with for years: what to name the group?
A few ideas….
Nov 11, 2013
I was going to tell a story about a gross thing I did.
The person I was telling it to had a hard time understanding the concept.
A gross thing. A gross thing I did. I was going to confide in him a gross thing I had done.
Ok, he said. You convinced me.
I forgot what I had done. I forgot the point of the story. Then I got confused.
Why did I want to tell him something embarrassing?
Was I going to find something gross in the kitchen? Trash? Toilet eventually?
You can tell me now, he said.
Um. I can’t.
You wanted to tell me something gross. You can’t?
No, I can’t. I forgot.
No, really. Was it something I had said or done in a drugged out blackout?
Was I about to confess something so soulless and terrifying my future would be ruined?
Had I emotionally blacked out and reverted to a panic mode, now forced to cover up my indiscretions with a lie?
No, I’ll tell you.
Honesty. Honesty is the best policy.
But I forgot. I really forgot what I was going to tell you. I can’t remember.
You can’t remember?
No, I can’t remember. But I can remember. Give me a minute.
So you had something to tell me that was gross, so gross you can’t remember it?
I had a flash of the gross thing.
No! No. It wasn’t that gross. I could almost remember now.
No, there’s no way I would ever tell you something really gross! It wasn’t that gross.
Now I kind remembered that I was exaggerating. Stop thinking about gross things. It wasn’t that gross. You were trying to get a rise out of him and then tell a funny story.
So now it wasn’t so gross?
No, no it was a little gross. I think it was gross.
Remember, remember. Was it that gross? Did I have a period moment? Did I witness something? There was the mural I tried to photograph but ran away when I realized there was a man peeing against it. That wasn’t gross enough to warrant a mention of gross.
Life is hard.