Tyranny by victimhood consensus

It’s great to see people finally breaking away from the brilliant idea that if you share one thing with someone, you’re expected to fall in line with everything they say, especially when that “unity” is peddled by the professional bamboozlers. If it doesn’t make sense, it won’t unless you close your mind to reality andContinue reading “Tyranny by victimhood consensus”

Perfect pitch

Don’t let perfectionism prevent you from following your dreams. Your big ideas deserve more than endless planning sessions. Someone less qualified is already doing what you’re afraid to attempt. Stop obsessing over making them flawless and polishing your pitch before you make the first clumsy move. While you obsess to make it perfect people withContinue reading “Perfect pitch”

“Opus” – A Pretentious Title for Cinematic Trash

From the opening scene, it was clear Opus would live down to its overinflated name. The word opus implies a masterwork, this film delivers the opposite: a scattered, bloated mess trying desperately to mean something. Written and directed by Mark Anthony Green, whose résumé includes being a GQ Magazine writer and podcaster, his only previousContinue reading ““Opus” – A Pretentious Title for Cinematic Trash”

Why are white women so angry?

Is that all that there is? A generation of women were told decades ago, “You can have it all” by feminist leaders. They could have, Career.  Children. Independence.  Sexual liberation. Happiness. World travel and romance. Brunch with bottomless mimosas and the meaning to life. Gloria Steinem handed out empowerment advice like candy, and Ms. MagazineContinue reading “Why are white women so angry?”

The Impatience of Impatience

In today’s attention-deficient culture, we’ve even lost the tolerance for waiting to be entertained. A moment of silence? It’s met with anxiety. We no longer sit with silence, we scroll through it. We scroll through dopamine hits like junkies in denial, calling it “productivity” when it’s just well-disguised panic. Multitasking the multitask.  One screen isn’tContinue reading “The Impatience of Impatience”

The rust beneath the peeling gold.

When the world falls apart before your eyes, the pillars you once deemed immortal marble monuments of certainty begin to fracture. A fissure within the fissure, like rot beneath polished wood, spreads without sound, a quiet mutiny against the illusion of permanence. What was fortress was façade. What was strength was scaffolding painted like stone.Continue reading “The rust beneath the peeling gold.”