Announcements!

y'all, this year is already insane.

Hello all,

I have a few announcements for you all to curb your unsatiated appetites that I imagine you have to make myself feel better. I know you missed me.

I digress.

The full transition over to writing and being, essentially, a librarian for American folklore has taken hold and I. Am. Terrified. Change is hard. Routines are hard. New routines are torture.

In other news, it was my 1st anniversary with my husband last week, so that’s why no new material while I celebrated, cried, and struggled into this new year.

It’s only February.

An announcement for paid subscriptions: You didn’t ask for this, but y’all are getting a full retrospective on the problematic nature of the “provocateur”—phew, I had to think about that one while I spelled it—the heinous images that both illuminate but ignite, at times, the wrong violence by committing MORE violence, borderline snuff straight to TV writer, creator, etc: Ryan Murphy.

You know the hits: American Horror Story, American Crime Story, Hollywood, POSE, Dahmer—oh look, more serial killer shit, Ratched (a hidden gem, Sarah Paulson is an absolute legend), and…Glee? Ok. However, does anyone else have PTSD from Nip/Tuck? Are we absolutely positive that it isn’t Mr. Murphy’s fault, but default, that Lea Michele had a buccal fat removal procedure?

I digress.

Nip/Tuck is a show understands cars as well as its pacing. Set in Miami-Dade County, we connect with the misogyny of the 00’s with two, men-ish-boys-with-zero-communication-skills, plastic surgeons. And it just doesn’t stop careening us off of a cliff of self-loathing. Ick. And then, oddly interesting? But not just the rubber-necking of morbidity, but more that you accidentally see the plight of a character, connect, and then they do something inexplicably insane. Square one, meet: me. Over and over, and over again. In and out of like-ing a character.

Therefore, I will take this bullet. I will watch this series, again. I will digest it. And I will make up my mind about Mr. Murphy, lush and plush with visual style with the textual tact of a 4th grader. We shall see. The intro will haunt me forever now.

This is your fault.

For EVERYONE, I have new horror stories, thoughts, and poems coming your way and getting back to our regularly scheduled programming. If you’re interested in the above, I’ll set a preview/teaser coming up in the next week.

Stay tuned, stay vigilant.