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| Why You Should Be a Socialist by Nathan J. Robinson. You had me at libraries. |
Where was literally every other sentient human being living in this dorm when all this was happening? Not to make light of what must have been a horrendous and deeply traumatic experience for the young women involved, but like, how does someone's creepy ex-con dad just move into their dorm room undetected? At the very least, the roommate could have gone to the RA to ask for some advice.
*Knock knock*
RA frantically fans the air to disperse pot smoke and cracks open door.
"Hey, Susie, what's up?"
"Well, this feels kind of petty, but my, uh, roommate? Larry? He keeps using all my toothpaste, even though I told him to get his own. Mine is for sensitive teeth, and it's more expensive, but I caught him using it three times now. Also, Larry is actually my roommate's dad. He just got out of prison and he's like, living with us now or something? I didn't camp out all night outside the housing office last spring to get a top spot in the housing lottery just to have this crusty Old compromising my oral hygiene and snoring in the bunk above me."
"Well, Susie, I honor your feelings and maybe we can schedule a mediation, but we need to do it in a neutral space, and it looks like the common area is booked solid for the next three weeks. Why don't you journal about your concerns and we'll circle back in a few weeks. Maybe in the meantime you can start keeping your Sensodyne in your purse so Larry can't find it?"
Of course, we should probably also read the original article that prompted the authorities to investigate. That begs the question, though, of why it took so many years and some top notch journalistic work to bring this story to the surface.
I liked Andrew Yang. It was clear he wasn't going to go all the way with a laser-focus on universal basic income, but I appreciated what he did to advance the idea, which I think is worth exploring.
Remind me to never take a cruise unless I am employed as the ship's doctor. So, basically, never.
This has me speculating about who Bernie would choose as a running mate. In my fantasies, he picks Elizabeth Warren. Wouldn't that be so comforting? It would be like America's quirky liberal mom and dad, the kind you visit to celebrate your non-denominational winter holiday that you punctuate by smoking weed and performing community service in lieu of exchanging gifts.
Sunday evening, how you feeling? Amen to the self-contradictory worry that you were neither sufficiently productive nor did you relax enough. I'm always trying to do both in equal measure and truly succeeding at neither and we really need a 3rd day of the weekend for this.
Analog Reading:
Why You Should Be a Socialist by Nathan J. Robinson. It's a very approachable book, conversational in tone and not without a sense of humor. It's not groundbreaking, but he does bring up some arguments for and explorations of the ideals of socialism that I hadn't previously considered.
The Revisioners by Margaret Wilkerson Sexton. I haven't started this one yet, but I need to get busy. It's on a wait list at the library so I can't renew it or, in good conscience, be the jerk who willfully keeps it past its due date.
Watching:
The new season of High Maintenance. I'm so glad it's back. It has built such a delightfully weird world that I desperately want to live in, and after the first episode of this season, I'm never going to listen to This American Life in quite the same way.
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