Everyone Loves a Train Wreck
(not actual train wrecks where people die and toxins are tossed into the stratosphere...but...you know... metaphorically)
We don’t love peace, calm, easy….
(that’s me trying to think of the opposite of a train wreck)
Day at the beach? too sandy.
Family vacation? too much family.
Spring day? too many allergens.
Fall day? too many leaves.
The holidays? too much family.
For the record, I happen to love all of those things but…us, collectively, not so much.
So. Train wrecks. Which can be the only way to explain November 2024. bad or bad? old or old? white man with Dementia or white man with Narcissism?
Same can be said in my little corner of the Substack universe…my readership was skyrocketing (relatively speaking) when I had cancer but not so much now that I’m less of a train wreck.
But.
Don’t be fooled.
Still have a dad with Alzheimer’s.
Still have semi adult children figuring shit out.
Still in menopause.
I’m just not writing about all of it. Any of it. Which leads me to my point:
I do not take it lightly that you opened this email and will spend 3 minutes of your time with me. And for those of you who pay to do that, I am eternally and forever grateful.
And. If you paid in the past when I was knee deep in conversations with Candace (train wreck) and now no longer want to hear from me, please feel free to unsubscribe (it’s at the bottom). Rather than call me.
A phone call is rather direct. And mean. And I’m a person. Not a company. I write about my nipples (may they Rest In Peace), my children (may they launch), my pets (may they never die)…it’s all - you know - personal. And for those of you who don’t choose this kind of masochism and don’t know how hard it is to write authentically, I promise you this is much, much harder than it looks.
So…back to the payment thing.
Thank you for those who pay me.
I appreciate that I am not writing as much (maybe even not as well - turns out cancer was sort of funny), but a monthly subscription is still less than a venti Starbucks or a bag of Fritos. (and I will be back in fighting form soon)
I don’t “paywall” because I really just want people to read and share and laugh or tell me to Fuck Off (to yourself, please don’t call me).
Other than licking my wounds from one bat shit crazy reader who shall not be named, I’m pondering the whole ban of TikTok thing…interesting world we live in where we are terrified (justifiably) about propaganda from China and yet, totally fine with continued propaganda about Covid. (I’ve said it before and will continue to repeat it Fucking Re Read Animal Farm - four legs good, two legs baaaad). And somehow we have landed in a place where we can legally get high but not have an abortion…
Oh, and we still accept the nonsense that is Daylight Savings Time.
Happy Wednesday, everyone. Please email or comment, just don’t call.
Juli
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