A long weekend where it finally felt like summer. Outdoor iftars under twinkling string lights. Strange antique stores. Beach birthdays and lazy. Joyful concerts. Sister time. And now it’s 47 degrees and I’m wearing a sweater and two jackets again. Onto some odds and ends:
- The Palestinian sperm smugglers. What if young women had the potential to turn into flesh-eating wild cats when their periods started? This comic is tongue-in-cheek, but really excavates fears around menstruation. Allow me to convince you to take your lunch break.
- The radio station connecting California's Hmong farmers. The newest muppet on Sesame Street is Karli, a kid in foster care who lives with her “for now” parents. Romantic to companionate love, when stability can feel scary.
- An entire galaxy of internet fights in a single tweet. In addition to the heated leg washing debate, the chicken washing debate. “My rapist apologized. I still needed an abortion.” Michelle Alexander's editorial is worth reading.
- A love note to those who participate in masculinity, on relinquishing the patriarchy: "but at a certain age all humans need mirrors, witnesses, people they can trust to hear their lives, to cut through any victim narrative and help them pivot away from behaviors that harm themselves and others." adrienne maree brown provides a valuable map of 14 practices at the end.
- (cw: body dysmorphia) Incels are going under the knife to reshape their faces and their dating prospects. Woof. This is a doozy and disturbing, fair warning.