Good God… We are most certainly in The Bad Place. It was hard not to projectile weep yesterday.
Everyone needs to rush to their nearest public library and read both Kant and Lysistrata right now. And, WTF? If the actual FBI investigation had lasted as long as Susan Collins’s social studies disquisition… There might be some evidence to support the multiple claims that this pasty bro-bag is unfit for a lifetime appointment to any job… nevermind the highest court in the land. The whole thing makes me want to rage donate… The best curse I heard on Twitter was, “I wish her (Collins) a lifetime of wet socks.” Wet socks (along with damp bath mats) are the worst and so I wish the GOP an eternity of them. How do you like them apples, you hillbilly Mothertruckers?
I remember being a girl, watching Anita Hill from our tiny town in northern California and thinking then, “Why doesn’t anyone believe her?” The saddest thing is that in all this time nothing has changed. This whole “We-believe-something-happened-to-Dr. Ford” line but that she’s somehow damaged or “mixed up” because “it couldn’t be our guy,” when there are so many people attesting to his antics just tells us that nothing has changed. We still don’t believe women… not at work, not at home, not in the doctor’s office. Republicans… Fate and fury are coming for you because… WAY to step on ALL the women—and a fair amount of men.
“If you want me, I’ll be in the bar…” —said Joni Mitchell to just about everyone.
So, I was thinking… and yes, we’ve talked about this before, but you know how I really don’t like the title of my book that’s coming out on Nov 6th? That I wanted to call it SPAZ because, as a rule, even before I broke my whole face, I owned the forking-shirt out of awkward-nerd-girl. I was one spazzy cat according to most people. However, the chain bookseller data heavily supported us NOT calling it that so now it’s named after this blog. But I was thinking I could maybe-possibly be a little evil when it comes out.
Here’s my idea: I could sneak into bookstores with a bunch of stickers with the correct title… If I got in trouble for defacing my own book, voi-la…there’s some much-needed press and what a great story to tell my eventual grandlings?!
I’m not keen on jail—so Imma buy the books, put the SPAZ stickers on, and then slip them back onto the shelves. It’s my very own split test and then we’ll know for sure.
XOXO – Gotham Girl
PS… Yes, I did scream into an entire bag of Cheetos this week b/c of the patriarchy, but I’m better-ish now. Thanks for asking 🙂
I think I officially ran out of spoons yesterday. I had to stay in my PJs today and comfort-binge the Hallmark Channel just to recover from the dumb patriarchy.
Don’t even get me started on the GOP-Brett Kavanaugh hypocrisy. It’s simply too maddening. Don’t people like Lindsey Graham and Mitch McConnell realize that if they were prospective jurors, they’d be dismissed for their prejudicial views? How do they NOT know this? But… Too many other positive, exciting things are happening!
My partners and I are shooting the teaser for a new neurodiversity-enviro thriller for Lionsgate Television. We have to move lightning fast to make our deadline, but we’ve worked on this one for a million years and so to see it actually becoming real has me holding my face and making ultra-high-pitched, joyous screaming noises that scare both the neighbors and dogs.
I’m launching a podcast with one of the coolest women on the planet… Jessica Keenan Smith from Living Well With Epilepsy. Yes, our foray into the big scary world of podcasting, (currently titled) Fits & Starts, will explore all the snarky, funny, and poignant sides of dealing with what can be a seriously humorless condition. We’ll be taping LIVE at EPIC Long Island on November 15th @ 7pm, which means there will likely be loads of bloopers. If you’re going to be in the area, come and laugh with us!
My book of ridiculous anecdotes about owning my inner electric goofball in Manhattan is coming out in six short weeks. We just had to shoot all kinds of crazy pics for publicity. I think I completely wore out my face and can no longer actually smile with my mouth.
This is it for me… Stay rad and safe, Lovelies – xoxo – gg
PS – Don’t you just ADORE that it’s finally lightly quilted vest weather?