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Prompt: "Explain mutually assured destruction to a second grader."


Hmm…mutually assured destruction? Where’d you hear about that? On the bus? Figures.

Alright, mutually assured destruction. MAD. Hmm. Actually, that’s a good way to describe it!


So you know when your mom and I spend a lot of hours just kind of sitting on either side of the living room, not really looking at each other or saying anything? Well kid, it’s kind of like that.


But instead of the possibility of total nuclear holocaust, it’s our deep, abiding fear of f—messing you up. In some ways, you’re the atomic bomb threatening to cause untold death and destruction! Pretty neat, huh kiddo?


-- Brendan Chambers, November 2020


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Prompt: Who hurt you?


I think anyone could rant about their exes as the person who hurt them. But this being a 300 word prompt and my being a person who appreciates an economy of words, I’ll just jump in.


I don’t hate my ex but by god he was the worst. He made me feel like the Big Bad Wolf for about three years, and believe me when I say those feelings stick. It makes me sick! But it’s not him (right? I have autonomy over my feelings! Thank you Dr. Maclean and my father!), rather it’s the fact that he made me so insecure. Thats what I hate.


So hating my ex is like hating myself. And hating someone is like setting yourself on fire and hoping the other person burns. So there’s that.


He hurt me because he enabled me to hate myself for reasons I had never thought I would hate myself for. And I would go into specifics but I feel like a lot of people have an ex who made them hate themselves and I want to leave room free for fill-in-the-blank. And I guess it’s not fair to say that it was him who made me hate myself (truth be told my ego doesn’t want to allow him that much power). But still, if it’s not him, then it’s me, and I’ve already compiled a long, long list of ways that I hurt myself, so why not shoulder this blame on someone else? I realise this doesn’t paint me in the best light, but what can I say? My ex hurt me.

(Written while listening to “Wide Awake” by Katy Perry— unfortunately this song hurts me as well, but I’ve exceeded the word count.)


-- Kate Nathan, November 2020


For more information on the attached "Dancing Seductress" here.

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Feedback forms for all this.


This past Saturday, the majority of our esteemed American Nation drew in a sigh of relief. We celebrated our acknowledged voices by buying out every rainbow-flagged liquor store, toasting tequila to Ruth, and polluting the streets with tears of joy.


In record numbers, Biden-Harris supporters flooded the ballot to fire a man who put greed, distrust, and division into action. We brought our first woman -- and our first Black woman -- and our first woman of Asian descent into the Vice Presidential office. Celebration was in order.

This raises a multitude of questions and emotions, but the preeminent wonder I have is how to begin unravelling the tension we have held onto for the last four years. What kinds of psychological battering have we endured from distrusting each and every figure holding democratic authority? How far have we pushed ourselves in ostracizing the other side to protect our own stifled beliefs?


I have felt myself tightening for these previous years, and the drawn out election season pushed me to the brink. And truthfully, it's scared me a bit from myself.


Did I need to tell my wonderful Uncle that he's a fascist pig? Probably not. Did it feel appropriate at the time? Sure.


In our house, we call him He Who Must Not be Named. It's gotten that tense.


It's time to release these tightly wound coils of angst.

It's time to relinquish the painful memories of those political conversations turned bottle-throwing yelp-fests.

It's time to bring the Wonderful World of Passive Aggressive Internet in.



These forms are intended to be shared and used by those you have misunderstood, and for those who have misunderstood you.


Sometimes I need a long word response, sometimes I need some multiple choice, but I always need help with the question, "What part of this conversation appalled me the most?"


Link to "Event Feedback: That Atrocious Dinnertime Political Conversation We Just Had" here.

 

Maybe this one is closer to home for you. Maybe we need a passive aggressive means to understand just why your parents kicked you out for pinging that poster on your door.


"It Hurt My Feelings When You Called Me [X]" feedback form here.



This next one might just be for me.


Why, Daniel? Why did you go to the bathroom four times, Daniel?


Please click here, Daniel.



More tumultuous times are ahead, no doubt. But, maybe a full blown survey can do a bit more to remedy our past and current strained relationships than a tweet can. Who knows.


Gratitudes: Major Biden.


- Laura Huepenbecker 11/11/2020


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