I took my kid to the park today, and there was this elderly lady in a mask. She’d pull the mask down every 20 seconds to puff on a cigarette. Then she’d put the mask back. She was a chain smoker, so this went on and on.
I’m glad to see senior citizens being so health-conscious.
A co-worker has a 15-year-old boy, and she says that in lockdown he went from being a sociable kid, a stellar student and an athlete to a morose creature who lies in bed all day scrolling his phone under the blanket. We all understand what it is he’s scrolling, and it’s all good, all teenagers need to. . . scroll. But when “scrolling” becomes the only activity in his life for a year, that’s not great. You’ve got to pick up some skills that will help you find somebody to scroll with together later in life but this kind of lifestyle isn’t conducive to that.
Can’t wait until the generation of boys who spent a year not interacting with girls and instead watched porn online to be unleashed on society.
My university’s administration has been advised by the school’s legal team that requiring students and employees to vaccinate for COVID is illegal.
Wow, I had no idea that Carmen Martín Gaite’s only daughter died at the age of 28 of AIDS she had contracted as a result of her heroin addiction.
Artistic geniuses tend to make the worst parents in the world, unfortunately.
From a book I’m reviewing professionally, I discovered that 55% of “young adult” novels are read by people between 33 and 40 years of age.
For my birthday, a friend gave me a wicker picnic basket with leather straps and real crockery and cutlery inside. It’s like she looked deep into my soul and figured out exactly who I am.
It’s even a little creepy to be so understood.
U of I has initiated a study of the disturbing impact that mRNAs have on the menstrual cycle. The researchers have already been overwhelmed by the number of reports they have received from women experiencing really weird effects.
The social media are exploding with the bizarre stories that multitudes of women are sharing. I’m glad that somebody is going to look into it. Of course, most of the women who took these shots fulfilled their reproductive goals a long time ago, so at least that is good.
I keep wondering the same thing. I sat through an endless meeting the other day where people kept sharing how exhausted they are. We are in the same job. I feel fresh like a spring flower. What is it that’s exhausting them so badly?
They say “COVID,” but COVID means we do a lot less work. Nobody has to be at the office. Student evaluations of teachings were cancelled. All research expectations were removed. The university is paying for people to take 100% paid breaks from teaching to rest. (I’m not requesting one because if I rest any more than I already do, I’ll be a vegetable.)
Among the people at that meeting, I’m the only mother of a small child and the only person who has an intense research agenda.
So why are they so exhausted? Is it some sort of a class marker, like the ladies with their smelling salts? And is my lack of performative exhaustion betraying my peasant roots?
Twitter currently bans everybody who tries to share this study that masks are useless against COVID and have negative consequences.
Irrespective of how everybody feels about masks, isn’t it disturbing that people who work for a social media app and have zero medical background should decide what kind of scholarship gets disseminated?
The same thing has happened to people sharing research on completely different subjects, such as puberty blockers, etc.