Trump Idiot Paste Up Photograph by Freegar Net (Mexico) Political fatigue is not maturity; it’s surrender disguised as self-care. It can feel self-protective. Necessary. The current political and cultural landscape looks like a dystopian hellscape, complete with viciousness, impossible atmospheric heat, and a never-ending despair loop with no discernible end. It is no wonder that this stance, political fatigue, has become an accepted contemporary emotional posture. We are told, constantly, soothingly, that disengagement is a wise choice. That tuning out is a healthy form of mental health regulation. They tell us that the real danger is paying too much attention. Look away, they encourage. Save yourself. Really. This framing flatters people who yearn to feel evolved, float above the fray, while opting out of responsibility. It is precisely what authoritarian politics feed on. It is the essential ingredient that this dynamic needs to thrive. It requires that the very people who have...
Cancel one thing that you have decided never needs to happen. Eat something warm and delicious at least once a day. Use lamps all week. Overhead lighting is aggressive. Don’t make any major life decisions before noon, and it doesn't even have to be in your time zone. Wear the softest clothes, even if no one sees you. Let emails sit. Nothing important happens this week. Drink water like it’s part of the new you. May as well start off hydrated. Rewatch something comforting instead of watching something new and laborious. Clean in 10-minute segments at a time, and then decide whether to continue. Go to bed early at least once without announcing it. Ignore productivity advice entirely. Take a walk without tracking it, even 5 minutes counts. Let the week be awkward. It always is. January is a suggestion, not a mandate. Choose simple food over impressive food. Avoid conversations that start with “So this year I’m going to…” Buy nothing except food, comfort, and things that make yo...
That was a TRAVESTY! And Jerry Lewis as emcee? He was even worse than Bob Hope usually is . Oh well, no point in crying over spilled half and half. C'mon, hop inside my parents' new 1956 Mercury (it's painted in "2-Tone" colors!) and we can swing by the drive-thru and get a couple chocolate malts and split an order of onion rings while we watch Ed Sullivan. The Five Satins are going to be on, and we can watch and chat and laugh about whatever's going on in our lives at school or at work, just like an Open Post or something! Photo Credit: AK
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