9/18/2020
My day began with the painful self-waxing of my underarms. Self-waxing is one of the many new norms of my life. And yes, I’m aware that I might as well be wearing a long silk robe with the back of my hand at head while splayed out on a fainting couch. Jonathan says that we will all remember where we were when we heard the news of Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s passing, but I don’t agree. We all remember where we were on September 11th, but back then we were naïve like children first realizing that our parents are people. I mean, personally I can’t relate to that simile, but it still makes sense to me. No, the memory of RBG’s death will swiftly be refilled by what comes next. Our democracy is a chocolate bunny, hollow inside and already missing its ears.
posted by d @ 3:56 PM
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