She is resolute and impetuous, clever and domineering; she is not one of those model women who want a man to look up to, and to protect them–her beau-ideal (though she may not think it herself) is a man she can henpeck.

Wilkie Collins, No Name

Here’s a great definition of cancel culture from Arestovich:

Cancel culture is a product of degenerates who are incapable of tolerating affective discomfort because they were medicalized since birth, which ruined their psyche and messed up their metabolism.

No, Ukrainians do not mince words.

If you aren’t on Twitter, you are missing President Zelensky trolling Elon Musk. It’s really fun. And Musk is really dumb.

Last week I sat down with 4 of my colleagues in the Spanish section to figure out who will teach what in the next academic year. Right in front of everybody I scheduled myself to teach zero courses for two semesters in a row. And nobody noticed.

An in-person meeting, almost two hours, and nobody noticed at all. I have an explanation for this teaching schedule but since nobody asked, I didn’t give it.

The moral of the story is that people don’t think anything about what you say or do because they are completely concentrated on figuring out their own shit. It’s very normal. Worrying about what people will think about you is a total waste of time.

The neoliberal state sends you to war in a way that forces you to deepen the debt hole you are already in. In Ukraine, when there are shortages of helmets, drones, laptops, etc in the army, we raise the money collectively. Nobody expects the soldiers to take on debt to outfit themselves for battle. In the nation-state, there’s a “we.” We, the people, get together to provide for our soldiers. In Russia, there’s only individuals who have to manage on their own. If the soldiers survive, they’ll have to pay back, with interest.

You notice these differences in everything once you start looking. The war between Russia and Ukraine is a war of the post-national neoliberal state against the nation-state.

And the nation-state of Ukraine is whipping the post-national Russia’s ass.

I was the sole occupant of my mother’s totalitarian state, my own personal history rewritten to fit the story she was telling that day.

Janet Fitch, White Oleander