I’ve been thinking a great deal about divisiveness these days because, really, how can you not? We’ve probably never existed in a society in which people were fully tolerant of the views held by those who believed the emphatic opposite, but I think I managed for a while to convince myself that we did. Call it what you will – naiveté, stupidity, a New York mentality – but even the willfully blind have to eventually wake up and realize that the lines we’ve drawn are really deep now, the sentiments really complicated. It might be impossible at this point to convince people to believe in something they don’t already believe.

If you happen to be that one lone human being who has not recently engaged in a bit of existential terror due to the separations that now define us, I want to know where you are currently hiding so I can get you the money I’m raising on my brand new GoFundMe page. I imagine you must be residing in some sort of bunker and … Continue reading →

For the last five seasons, I have used the following words – both in writing and in the baffled crevices of my own mind – to describe the kind of person Kristen Doute has willfully decided to portray herself to be onscreen:

Lunatic Psychopath Candidate for lifelong intensive therapy Amateur voodoo priestess Professional stalker Woefully misguided pseudo-human A hunk of organic matter completely devoid of self-awareness Romper-wearer Sole person to blame for why we as a society know of the repulsive existence of James Kennedy Batsh*t crazy woman forever trapped in a stunted adolescence of her own creation The person I’d least like to be trapped in an elevator with anywhere, including Trump Tower

I realize that those descriptors aren’t exactly the finest illustrations of my own kindness or compassion or the most effective way to show female solidarity, but I tend not to strive to find an element of sisterhood when I’m not quite sure the other thing in the equation is of my species. For years now, Kristen has chosen to get paid … Continue reading →