There’s a Way to Stop Mass Shootings, and You Won’t Like It.
That’s right. You’re not going to like it because it’s going to require you to do something personally, as opposed to shouting for the government, or anyone to “do something!”
You ready? Here it is:
“Notice those around you who seem isolated, and engage them.”
If every one of us did this we’d have a culture that was deeply committed to ensuring no one was left lonely. And make no mistake, as I’ve written before loneliness is what causes these shooters to lash out. People with solid connections to other people don’t indiscriminately fire guns at strangers.
I know what you’re thinking. That’s never going to work because no one is going to make the effort to connect with the strange kid sitting by himself at lunch each day. No one is going to reach out to…
Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start talking, and talking about things that aren’t particularly easy.
We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going.
In April I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. By the beginning of May I was popping anti-depressents every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. In June, I had to leave a job I’d wanted since I first set foot on this campus as an incoming freshmen because of my mental…
All day, the internet has been up in arms over a depiction of rape that occurred on a fictional television show last night. A show that is no stranger to intense and disturbing content, mind you. Still, fans and critics alike have been passionately and vocally outraged over the incident.
Meanwhile, in the United States a sexual assault happens about every minute or so, depending on the source for statistics. About 80% of those sexual assaults are at the hands of someone the victim knows. About one in four women will be sexually assaulted in her lifetime. And only about 20% of sexual assaults are actually reported. Exactly ZERO of these rapes happen to fictional characters.
Hey, Public. Hey Internets. How about you people express some moral and emotional outrage over something that actually fucking matters?
Mount Valdis. When I first heard the name it sounded like a real nice place to be. I imagined a mountain shrouded with mist surrounded by swarms of gorillas and so many colorful birds and log cabins that they’d stack up, one on top of the other, and just about make everybody who went there burst into tears.
Momma’s hip is nagging her but she is still sitting next to me on my crumpled white sheets, all thoughts of chiropracting and Doctor Trieste out of her head as she argues with the doctors about my treatment. As far as I can see, they are planning to try something new. As far as they can see, I don’t understand a single word.
Sometimes this girl with skin the color of cracked toilet pipes and the craziest old glasses I’ve ever seen passes by my door while she’s getting her toiletries or waiting for new blue pants and a…
The people who flow through our lives are occasionally benevolent spirits of the universe — angels, so to speak — bestowing gifts of influence and psychic healing in our times of need. This wonderful post came along this morning just when I needed it. A beautiful reminder…
I am surely not alone in having been ignorant of the plight faced by desperate migrants and refugees of Tahrib. This stark, honest verse puts a very personal face on what could otherwise be just another distant, impersonal event.
In thirty seconds, the blight on the face of underground music known as Record Store Day shall be officially over! Sure, there’s bound to be traces of this horrible, bloody rape-orgy for weeks, even months, to come. And the memories may haunt some forever. But, it’s important to believe that the worst is behind us, at least for another 365 days…
Also, this means that your local record store should be mostly free of douchebags tomorrow! You know…other than the clerks. 😄