i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".
it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.
do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.
but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.
do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).
you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.
walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.
no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.
do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."
you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.
there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.
i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.
he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."
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i have never empathized with someone more than when i was selling our couch on fb marketplace and i sold it to some 1st year kid and her mom and they came to pick it up and i thought that our double doors would have no problem opening but the bottom latch on one of the two had literally rusted shut and would not budge bc we had not opened it in maybe like six years of living in that house and we tried the couch a couple ways and i was like okay its fine lemme try to unscrew it and use some wd40 sorry for the inconvenience and they were like its okay so i tried that and it didnt work and i was like okay well lets try the couch vertically and the mom was like no let ME try and she takes the hammer and screw driver and just starts going at my door and i didnt want to be rude bc you are buying my couch but lady if you damage our door its on You and her daughter was like. doing the public begging you do with your parents when theyre pushy and embarrassing in public (this would repeat itself a week later when someone buying another piece of furniture whacked our car parked outside bc they were hustling carrying it to their car and refused my help and that guys daughter looked horrified) and eventually i convinced her to stop hammering at my door bc no matter what i said for like twenty minutes she kept going and i was trying to come up with polite excuses like oh maybe youll break the screwdriver and she was like no its not gonna break and like idk how do you not have the self awareness to realize that when your daughter and the stranger whose front door you’re trying to demolish are begging you to stop that you should maybe stop. anyway we tried the couch vertically and it worked. not worth the money but worth the experience for sure.
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It’s that time of the year again!
It’s funny - every time I do one of these redraws, I think to myself “I doubt I can improve much from here, there will probably be no point in doing one next year”. And every year I surprise myself 😝
Early into 2023 I suffered a moderately severe spinal injury (2 herniated discs in my neck) that made looking down long enough to draw anything nearly impossible. For about four months, I was in terrible pain and had numbness in multiple fingers. I thought I might have to give up on drawing altogether. Thankfully, five months of physical therapy helped get me back to a state where I can draw for reasonable amounts of time without too much pain, as long as I remember to stretch and take breaks every 20-30 minutes.
Throughout all that, I kept studying the art of artists I really like (as well as art I Didn’t like, lol) to break down what I liked and disliked about it. I found that soo helpful! When I was finally able to start drawing again, I was shocked to find that my art had improved even without any actual practice.
This is just about the closest I've gotten to "actually looks like how I pictured it in my head"!
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I wonder how the girl who was my best and only friend for exactly one school year is doing. She used to tell me there were rumors we were lesbians together but when I asked anyone else they said they'd never heard that. One time she got mad at me for sharing a drink with another girl. She was always bragging about the guys she gets with that were totally super real they went to another school!*
We had a huge blowup fight when she moved and I never saw her again. Kinda took a while for everything to metabolize into making sense tbh, I thought having weirdly intense homoerotic-yet-platonic relationships was just normal girlhood
*There was one school in my hometown
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