The Concession Conundrum
But what this anecdote reveals to me upon reflection is not the gleeful victory of one consumer against the upcharging corporate hegemon nor a testament to my sleight of hand.
But what this anecdote reveals to me upon reflection is not the gleeful victory of one consumer against the upcharging corporate hegemon nor a testament to my sleight of hand.
I see that conflict is most wholly resolved when we are moved by the pain reflected in the person before us.
“It’s sort of a parody of those angry, serious 20th writers and the people who revere them. ‘Am I a fan of that genre?’ No, can’t say that I am. But I think it’ll be funny?”
The word is a slur, certainly, but what word describing Queer folks isn’t?
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I’m sure your dog is great, but I probably don’t care about your dog unless I care about you.
The two times I saw Shayfer live this year, he played “God Forbids,” and both times I got held by friends while I cried.
The answer is “yes,” Sir Elton John. I could feel the love that night.
It’s hard to deny there’s something that I miss, even if it doesn’t make sense to me.
I remembered my baptism when I dipped my hand in the frigid blue water of a glacier, when I felt mist clinging to my face and dampening my clothes, when I watched the graceful, floating powdered sugar descent—deceptively powerful—of waterfall after waterfall after waterfall.