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Berlin Window #4 - Zoey Frank , 2017.
American , b. 1987 -
Oil on linen on panel, 24 x 24 in.
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Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?
The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.
Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.
Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.
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yes by William Stafford
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oh so the Yankees made their bats thicker and hit 20 runs bc of it and the league is just like yeah they're allowed to do that?? this whole time apparently it's been perfectly legal to just change the bats to make it easier and no one tried it until right now?? 150 years this sport has been around and suddenly someone had a bright idea??
look at this shit man
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you want REAL enemies to lovers? they're from rival countries who wage war against one another. he steals from her, over and over again. she maims him. she's the reason he has nightmares. she's the only one who can soothe him. calf love that survives amputation. she jokes about poisoning him. he kills for her honour. she lets him do whatever he wants. he kidnaps her so she will marry him. they wear matching embroidery. she cried on their wedding night. he saved her from her fate. she saved him from his fate. he didn't marry her to become king. he became king because he wanted to marry her. they're both just two lonely kids. the gods themselves have been rooting for them.
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Oh, okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don’t know, that gaslight gatekeep girlboss meme, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you think modern feminism has been co-opted by corporations. But what you don’t know is that that meme is not from Instagram, it's not from Twitter, it's not from Tiktok, it’s actually from Tumblr. You’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in January 2021, Tumblr user missnumber1111 posted, "today's agenda: gaslight gatekeep and most importantly girlboss." And then I think it was a-m-e-t-h-y-s-t-r-o-s-e, wasn’t it, who reblogged it with an image of the phrase edited over a piece of "Live, Laugh, Love" wall art? And then gaslight gatekeep girlboss showed up in the feeds of eight different Twitter repost accounts. Then it filtered down through Instagram and then trickled on down into some tragic “alt side of Tiktok” where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that meme represents millions of notes and countless Tumblr users and so it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from Tumblr when, in fact, you’re wearing the meme that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of “stuff.”
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Gemma Scout, on the phone with her bank: Yes I’m just trying to reopen my account. ‘Marked as deceased’ yes I know, but I’m not dead. Yes I know my husband sent you my death certificate. My death was faked in a really elaborate scheme so—no, not by me. Look just turn on CNN. I’m all over the news. It’ll—'can I come in with my husband?' No, I can’t. He’s dead now. Well maybe not dead. But he’s probably never coming back alive. They can’t get his innie in the elevator. Yes they tried that. But he sticks his arms and legs out real wide like a cat so they can’t get him in the elevator.”
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when i say “girl” randomly as an interjection i’m speaking to the omnipresent all knowing being of Girl. asking her for mercy. taking girl’s name in vain
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I went to rpf island and could not help but notice some interesting dynamics between its inhabitants
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two men having sex with each other is feminist bc they’re leaving women alone for once & that’s why fujoshis exist yknow
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seth milchick (thinking about the 65 orchestra members he’s been rehearsing with every tuesday and thursday for the past 8 weeks): so… i have your word you’ll report to work tomorrow?
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anyway i bring that up because i think jason's singular hobby is that he's a line cook. which you would argue isn't a hobby at all and i would agree with you but Jason doesn't know how to have fun outside of the context of work and restaurants take all kinds of nutjobs. he interviews and shit and gets the job because he doesn't care about things like "being paid" a "livable wage" and seemed like he was on the least amount of drugs at the time of the interview. upon showing up the first day he's getting settled on the line and the servers come in to be like hey whats up man welcome and like the 5th server is none other than dick grayson. they look at each other in silent horror for 5 seconds before dick visibly comes to some sort of decision and is like. Hi Man I'm Rich Nice To Meet You. and jason is like. im jason. and then they have to pretend not to know each other from there on out until dick gets fired for exhibiting freak behaviors
dick gets a job as a server to exhibit his most unsettling self for once he spends all of his time being put together and nice and keeping people from biting each other and at this job he gets to be somewhat deranged to all of his coworkers. he's the pet freak. hes acting so hard it has actually looped back around to not acting at all. it's the kind of stuff you expect from a line cook like juggling the steak knives because it's dead or picking the lock into the restaurant when you're locked out but coming from a waiter its like uncanny valley. he never cries in the walk in. he gets screamed at by guests and doesn't even blink. a woman poured her drink in him once. he was the one to take out the forgotten mouse in a trap that nobody else would touch. he never writes down orders and has never forgotten one. one time the servers were having this somewhat classic discussion and someone was like Hey what was the last thing that made you cry? and he went "my dad" and walked away. he'd never mentioned having a dad before.
jason goes to work to be a line cook so normal it loops back around to being weird.
"hey rich so what's that dad of yours like?" dick voice the alive one or the dead one? (asker crumples like aluminum foil)
jason is so bewildering because he's like. this gigantic wall of meat of a man and he's got a gazillion scars and he's just like painfully regular. like hey man it's mothers day and you haven't even vaped on the line. everyone else has done cocaine. you havent even had coffee. you just finished closing down your station and now you're dishwashing. hello. "what. josé wants to go home too." ITS NOT THE DISHWASHING ITS THE LACK OF DRUGS. "i dont like drugs" ITS MOTHERS DAY!!!
"but jason IS weird" you might say. "he's an incredibly violent man and he says deranged things all the time!" this, i have to tell you, is a bog standard line cook.