On Netflix

Two (imho) terrific shows I've recently binged within a short period of time are Don't Come Home and The Last Night at Tremore Beach.

I would call both limited series mind-bending, a quality I often seek out, especially in Netflix shows.

Of the two, Don't Come Home is a bit more succinct and more obviously eerie, with a jaw-dropping ending and echoes of the also terrific Haunting of Hill House. But The Last Night at Tremore Beach, far more of a slow burn, will deplete your soul and is so beautiful, both visually and emotionally.

I am absolutely fascinated by Javier Rey's gut-wrenching performance as Alex. Without him, I think the series wouldn't be as effective as it is.

 

Dear Mr. Trump,

I did not vote for you so right from the start that makes me useless to you. I have to be honest, though, because while I have lost most of my will to fight anything any more, I do at least still have most of my belief system intact.

I don’t know if you can see past your self-insulated world, your ego, your need to always be right and in control, but I hope you can at least see that there is a difference between hate and fear among the people who did not vote for you and are living in the aftermath of what can only be described as a living nightmare.

You’ve said in the past that your defense for not sexually assaulting a woman is because “she’s not your type,” as if that is a reason and as if that doesn’t open up a huge can a worms of what you would do if she were.

If you were to ever meet me, you would see right away I am “not your type.” I am not only not attractive, I am an aberration in terms of what straight men look for in a woman. The only person who has ever given me a hard time about not being married is my mother but with everyone else I get a pass. I am just that undesirable or appealing as a person or woman. I guess the very thing that is my albatross is also my blessing.

No matter that, though, “unattractive” women deserve to exist too. And women, whether married or single, deserve self-autonomy. I am celibate by both choice and design and I am okay with that. I am okay with passing so far under the radar that even your VP Vance would let it slide that I am a childless cat lady.

So though I am a celibate, asexual lesbian (you’ll probably have to look up exactly what that is) and I am very much scared as a member of the lgbtq+ community, I am even more scared for all the women out there who didn’t vote for you and whose health and healthcare is in jeopardy.

The first time you were President I did not feel this much fear. I saw how problematic you were (and obviously still are), but I thought there was still possibility that you could be human and somehow empathetic. I see now that is highly unlikely and along with my fear I feel such heartache.

This is my hypothetical letter to you. Though I am terrified of you and wish you had not won the election, I have no hate for you in my heart. I just do not that, even when people hate me.

I beg of you to reach in your heart and find your humanity and consider that the part of the country that did not vote for you is really not your enemy.

Most sincerely,

An old maid childless cat lady in Maryland

I had hoped I would be less angry, but I'm not. The effects from Tuesday are already starting to show in so many ways, including with online trolls (presumably male) telling women, "Your body. My choice." 

It's sickening and scary and it's not even January yet. Trump is now the unofficial (soon to be official) spokesperson for toxic, belligerent, entitled, nasty (the list goes on and on) straight white men who thinks it's their God-given right to treat women however they want.

Men have never cared for me so I don't exactly carry credibility when it comes to dating men and such, but there are millions and millions of women who do have social clout in the dating game and in seeing some men as they really are.

It used to be that incels only said crap like this.

I don’t know that I’m ever going get used to the fact that one of the most cruel and horrible men to ever be on this planet is soon to be our president. 

And that because he’s done so many horrible things there somehow gives people a pass to do the very same things he does and did.

This!!:

 

If Adam Picked the Apple

by Danielle Coffyn

If Adam Picked the Apple

There would be a parade,

a celebration,

a holiday to commemorate

the day he sought enlightenment.

We would not speak of

temptation by the devil, rather,

we would laud Adam’s curiosity,

his desire for adventure

and knowing.

We would feast

on apple-inspired fare:

tortes, chutneys, pancakes, pies.

There would be plays and songs

reenacting his courage.

But it was Eve who grew bored,

weary of her captivity in Eden.

And a woman’s desire

for freedom is rarely a cause

for celebration.

I saw this cover trending on the Drudge Report yesterday and looked into more info about the magazine. It's hard to track down, but New European does have an app and I decided to purchase a monthly subscription.

The image is quite alarming and, I suppose, possibly offensive to many Trumpers all over the world. 

It should be alarming!

I'm getting into too many dark places, reading all the post-election op-ed pieces from publications all over the world, and I don't really want to be doing so and yet I can't stop.

I know the "other side" doesn't want to be demonized and maybe they shouldn't.

But they know and knew exactly who he is and not only didn't mind his dark and very scary side but embraced it!! 

Excuse those of us who may not be willing to excuse people who voted against their lgbtq+ neighbors and friends and, yes, family members, all who very well may be crying and even cowering in fear right now.