I’m in a play. (Midsummer Night’s Dream!With so many amazing and talented people!) Back onstage for a full production for the first time since my daughter was born. This would be enough all by itself, but I am an overachiever. TW: pregnancy loss, profanity, current state of the US Not only am I a primary […]
Tag: anger
So Much To Say
I have so much to say and so many posts that just need typing. Those will come. Right now, I am full of anger and grief at the separation of families at the border. The rage and grief runs deeper than I ever imagined it could before I became a mother. The news of governors […]
Dear A$$hat: My Water Gets More Action Than You
Dear Asshat, There are debatably few scenarios in which, “Suck my dick,” is an acceptable thing to say. None of those involve shouting out the window of a moving truck at a woman you don’t know. Freedom of speech ensures that you can share your frustrations to the world, but I might recommend against broadcasting the fact […]
Father’s Day
Father’s Day . . . brings a whole mess of feelings. This weekend turns me into a bit of a wreck. This weekend five years ago, I’d just lost my dad. And maybe I’d have better associations with the day if those two events hadn’t come so close together. I hate the ads. There should be a […]
Dear A$$hat, An Exchange
On my way to lunch, I passed this particular asshat on his way in. AH: What’re you, leaving? MJ: Running away; I saw you coming. AH: Better run faster. . . . On the whole, this would have been significantly less disturbing without our last meeting: AH: *in a voice and manner that reminds me why […]
Definitions
As “Dear A$$hat” looks like it’s going to actually turn into a blog series (I will have fodder for at least as long as I am paid to interact with people), I want to take a moment to define, well, things. There are many words I could use – some that would be less offensive […]
Dear A$$hat
*Note about this post: I am experimenting. Because people are stupid and my patience is finite. Dear Asshat who told me (again) that if I ever get divorced, he’ll take me (he’s married too [which somehow makes this ok?], but “that’s what lawyers are for”): No. Hell, no. With such a classy display of disrespect for […]
Melissa Burkart 