Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 7, 2024
Everyone has a favorite pore. The one they love to pick. The one that when you leave it alone for a week or so, it fills up and gives you a solid string of blackhead squiggle to squeeze out. And you are as excited about it as if it were pay day. Every two weeks, you’re flush again. Time to blow it all… all over your mirror.
A Series of Questions to the Tune of “Talking to Yourself”
Is this a typewriter?
Is this a way out?
Is this something I can stand to swallow?
Is that a blowjob reference?
I Believe… [Achilles Heel]
...that recognizing one’s Achilles heel is more about finding a compilation of weaknesses that manifest together than one tendon.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Fourth of July Weekend 2024 Edition
Fourth of July sales are a reminder that, yes, everything can be more affordable in this country.
America is Not the Amityville Horror or Poltergeist House [4th of July Revisit]
The house that is the United States, if it were an actual house, has plenty of flakey hemoglobin on the grounds.
I Believe… [Jedi Haircut]
...that the moment a character uses a lightsaber to give herself a haircut was the pivot from cultural icon to Obi-Wan Fonzi jumping a tauntaun on a speeder bike.
DIVORCE: A Survivor's Guide: Part Two
The question in your mind is how to avoid this state of things. What can you do to stay in the union? What compromises must be made, what personal changes are required, to rebuild the trust and commitment to the lifelong promise?
I Believe… [Unsub]
...that I may need to date just so I can avoid the routine description of a serial killer ‘unsub’ on Criminal Minds—white male, lives alone, changes jobs frequently, antisocial. Eek.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 16, 2024
Whenever I see a clip of President Joe Biden, I can’t help but think that he’s really just the most active hospice patient ever.
DIVORCE: A Survivor's Guide: Part One
Thinking about a divorce? In the midst of one? It's all signed and done and now you're branded with a big red "D" for life? I got you, dawg. Read on.
I Believe… [In Mockery]
...that a more effective approach to shame is mockery.
A Desperate Display of Nothingness
Your near-dead heart is running at a million miles an hour
Desperately trying to keep your head from collapsing in on itself.
Trying to prove you are valuable, interesting, worth the hassle.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Father’s Day 2024 Edition
Despite the stereotype, dads aren’t bumbling idiots. We’re just a bit more unwound compared to moms. That’s not sexist, that’s science. Relax, you’re proving my point.
Bars vs. Bullets—Elizabeth Goes to the Theater
Maybe a spoof called “The Choir of Non-Binary, Fluid, Ambiguous, and Polymorphously Adventurous”?
The Cold Case
This situation is called a Gordian knot. It’s a devilish problem with no clear solution. You can’t untie a Gordian knot. You have to cut right through it.
I Believe…[Most Apples Are Tasty]
...that a few bad apples only spoil the barrel if you let them. Most of those apples are pretty good and tasty.
Murder and Mommy Issues—Elizabeth Binge-Watches Killing Eve
Are my Mommy Issues unique to me and a small subset of women, or are they the result of sexist expectations, rigid gender roles, coercive conformity?
The Emotional Placation of Kindergarten Graduation
Kindergarten graduations are not events I am comfortable celebrating. I don’t feel they should be considered events at all. There’s just not much worth celebrating because graduating from kindergarten is not an accomplishment. Show up, learn things through fun activities like coloring and games and songs, don’t pee or hit or bite the other kids too much and you’re golden.
What Misery Is This?
I Believe… [Pivot]
...that the secret to a successful day is the flexibility to pivot when things go sideways.
If you ever want the Ellis Island experience circa 1907, swing into the Chicago City Clerk’s office in Portage Park. The number of different accents is loads of fun and reminds you of the shared American Experience, which is that city bureaucracy is no fun for any of us.