Apropos of actually nothing

[conuly]

this is the song that's been running in my head nonstop the past few days. I'm pretty sure it's not some sort of sad subconscious commentary on the state of the world, I think it's just stuck on a loop.

That time Robert E. Howard, fellow pulp writer, trolled the hell out of Lovecraft

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Comments

[conuly]

This is called "mirroring", and sometimes it's the only thing that works.

My mother tells a story about waaaaaay back when, when Anita Hill was in the news. One of her (male) coworkers was talking about it and insisting that if somebody grabbed his ass he'd "consider it a compliment". She was standing behind him. He didn't know she was there.

Well, what would you have done!?

Also: We should impeach Clarence fucking Thomas.