Clarissa's Blog

I’ve reread some of the ancient posts and they made me feel nostalgic. Back then, blogging was the thing, everybody did it. It was so cool. 

Of course, on the positive side, one never gets any crazies to post comments unless a post gets linked on FB.

This is what the real lack of mobility looks like. In the US, mobility is insanely good, better than anywhere I have seen and can imagine. And I say it as an immigrant who moved to this country with one suitcase and a mountain of debt less than 15 years ago, married an undocumented jobless immigrant, and is at this moment lying in front of a fireplace in a large house, making a list of things to bring to yet another beach vacation in 2 days.

I know it’s fashionable to sigh about how feudal and oppressed we all are but for me that would mean denying my whole life.  

Maybe I should place all posts in Private mode before publishing them because it’s what anybody wants to hear anyways.

A feminist club for the very rich is

awash in millennial pink, with softly lit desks for working, a beauty room for primping, a snack bar with coffees and organic granola, plenty of art, a lactation room and a large library of color-organized books written by and about women.

Of course, the books have to be color-organized because the little airheads will get too confused otherwise. 

The whole thing is financed by the same investors that are funding Goop. 

Read the whole thing, it’s hilarious.

Hey, folks, check this out, it’s really curious. As I was browsing the old posts, here is one from early 2011, titled “Donald Trump as a Republican Candidate”. I have no memory whatsoever of having written it. But I like the calm and measured tone that is absent from anybody’s discussion of Trump today. 

I used to love winter but that was before winter meant having to coax a toddler into a coat, a hat, boots and mittens. It takes forever, especially since I can’t explain why she needs to wear a hat when I don’t. Maybe I need to buy one of those knit Rasta caps and hope it would be spacious enough for my hair. 

The park and the playground are completely empty today because folks around here treat the temperature of a little below freezing like it’s the Apocalypse. But Klara was so happy and energized after an hour-long walk that I’ll keep taking her out even if nobody else comes. 

Also, what’s weird is that whenever kids at the kid gym or wherever approach each other and try to play together, moms immediately sweep in to separate the kids and get them to play in their separate corners or with the children of their friends. It’s like if we didn’t come to the gym or the museum together, something horrible will happen if we let our kids play with the same toy railroad or do a puzzle together. It’s beyond weird. I don’t interfere when Klara approaches other kids and starts playing with them, and the other moms look daggers at me because it seems to be a huge social faux pas.

I don’t get this, folks. It can’t be a class thing because if we all pay the (truly ridiculous) amounts to attend these activities and have the leisure to be there in the middle of the day on a work day, it’s clear we are all at least middle class. So why not let the kids play in peace? Isn’t that the whole point of bringing them to the activity? It’s not like people don’t have all the same toys at home. 

We can all do something to go back to the time where the Internet was a space for people to express themselves freely instead of self-censoring like it’s the USSR. We have all contributed to the creation of this culture of fear and censorship. And now we can all dismantle the ugly building we have erected because it looks like a self-chosen prison. 

We need to stop using Twitter to fuel our outrage with dishonesty culled out quotes. Every time I have trusted Twitter to inform me, I later discovered I was being shamelessly manipulated by the dishonest right-fighters. I suggest to addicts that they start weaning themselves off the juice. 

We can all reject any outburst by the right-fighters the second we begin to witness one. 

We are not powerless here. It’s not something that is happening outside of our sphere of control. Do you know what most bloggers have moved to Facebook? Because there’s no calling out since it’s just your friends and it’s harder to link and retweet. 

After a perfect family evening:

A famous Spanish writer says on Facebook, “Trump is a danger to all living creatures on this planet, and his children are even worse.” I’m not sure what can be worse than endangering all living creatures and I’m afraid to ask. I published two articles on her novels, and I don’t want to feel like a total idiot for doing that. 

P.S. And I just submitted the third article on her. So yeah. It’s nice not to know anything about writers outside of their books.