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Weekly Round Up and Uber Bits, Finally-Drying Out Edition
Yesterday was the first day in like two weeks that I didn’t drive in the rain. Driving in the rain is a pain in the ass for several reasons: Drivers in San Antonio aren’t very good on dry pavement but on wet pavement they’re a hundred times worse. Either they drive a hundred miles an… Continue reading →
A Gen X Girl Who Grew Up (but doesn’t sell out) – Part Five: Kicking and Screaming into Middle-Age
Back in the 1980’s ‘selling out’ was like when a rock star gave the okay to have their songs used in commercials for stuff like soda and stuff. In fact, Neil Young wrote a song called ‘This Note’s For You’ explaining that quite well. But selling out to Madison Avenue is one thing. Selling out… Continue reading →
A Gen X Girl Who Grew Up (but doesn’t sell out) – Part Four: Trying to Be a Grown-Up
In my thirties, I thought I’d try being a grown-up. I had my own apartment, car, decent-paying job. But I still had no social life and was afraid of having one because I was still a caregiver to my widowed father. Yes, like the idiot I was back then I thought if I somehow developed… Continue reading →
A Gen X Girl Who Grew Up (but who will never sell out) – Part Three: My Secret Longing to be a Riot Grrrl
In the 1990’s, the Riot Grrrl movement was born. It was a movement of women who played loud punk music, wore black Doc Marten shit-stomping boots, and didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought about them. They stood up to the patriarchy and for women everywhere. And I wanted to be one so damn badly.… Continue reading →
A Gen X Girl Who Grew Up (but who will never sell out) – Part Two: Smelled Like Teen Spirit
One morning a couple of years before my dad died, 2010 (I can’t remember exactly what year this happened), I was in the grocery store one morning and as I was standing at the checkout the song ‘Come As You Are’ by Nirvana came over the store speakers (yes, this store does play music that… Continue reading →
A Gen X Girl Who Grew Up (but who will never sell out) – A Latchkey Childhood
I think I was about eight or nine years old when I learned the term ‘latchkey kid’. It was a big thing in the early 1980’s for parents to have their kids come home to an empty house. I suspect some serious shaming went on with those parents for that but my mom once told… Continue reading →
