Goodbye, adnauseam.
I think it’s time to say goodbye to adnauseam.
seven +/- two will still be here and there will probably be a post or two that sneak by absentmindedly but for the most part, I think it’s time that I made a new home. Started anew. It’s not a coincidence that I’m doing this now - close to the new year, close to another birthday, soon after a breakup. I’ve been thinking about doing this for a while, mainly because looking back at old entries is a pretty embarrassing and painful adventure for a lot of reasons. Like Astrid mentioned in her post, when I see these entries, it’s like an out of body experience. Sometimes I don’t recognize the voice of the person who wrote those entries. I don’t remember the last time I was interested in the same things on those posts. And most of all, I don’t want to see all those posts about how in love I was, or how much I had convinced myself that I was loved. One can say simply: stop looking at those posts then, or, stop putting all that shit out there. Because creating another tumblr isn’t going to undo it. Deleting this tumblr isn’t going to do it either.
But whatever. I like the idea of moving forward, and doing little things that count as progress.
So I created another tumblr. I’ve been furiously reblogging select posts from here and my “social work” tumblr, which I think I will keep active, for the last hour to set a tone, I guess, for what this new (and improved!) tumblr will be.
I think I managed to re-follow or reblog most of the regular tumblroos. You should not have a hard time figuring out who that unfamiliar username belongs to. ;) If I forgot you, or if you’re someone who doesn’t communicate with me that regularly but would still to continue following me, leave a message and I’ll share my new tumblr with you. For my friends not on tumblr, email me or throw something at me.
I was doing an interview once, and this guy goes, “So you must be pretty psyched about all this Slumdog Millionaire stuff?”
And I was like, “Um, yeah, I am. I have no idea why though. I had nothing to do with that movie. It’s just some people that kind of look like me are in this movie that everyone loves and winning Oscars and stuff.”
And then I was like, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are white people just psyched all the time?” It’s, like, “‘Back to the Future’! That’s us! ‘Godfather’! That’s us! ‘Godfather Part II’! That’s us! ‘Departed’! That’s us! ‘Sunset Boulevard’! That’s us! ‘Citizen Kane’! That’s us! ‘Jaws’! That’s us! Every fucking movie but ‘Slumdog Millionaire’ and ‘Boyz n the Hood’ is us! We are white people! Suck our dicks!”
My awesome Saturday night in is going superbly well.
Posted December 22, 2012 at 9:30pm in aziz ansari netflix race power privilege other depressing tags how to joke about race
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At what point is it appropriate to inform a shitty person that they are indeed a shitty person?
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I’m not gonna sit around and waste my precious divine energy trying to explain and be ashamed of things you think are wrong with me.
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