Dear President Trump, Today is letter number 450 to you. Doing the math this works out to over a million characters (assuming about 2500 characters per letter) and a little over 10 regular workweek’s worth of time (assuming about an hour per letter). When framed like this I’ve got to wonder whether this is a … Continue reading 450 and counting
equality
Progress is not the same as finished
Dear President Trump, I’m going back to the dead, rootless tree that fell over a few blocks from my house to elaborate on the analogy I’ve drawn between it and the death of white patriarchy. Now that bushes, trees, and flowers are fully leafed out and in bloom it’s hard to see the dead tree … Continue reading Progress is not the same as finished
Space takers
Dear President Trump, I am devoting this letter to a catalogue of some the day’s instances of men taking up a lot of physical and/or emotional space. First, on my way to work this morning I was accelerating towards an empty crosswalk when a man came down some adjacent stairs and walked right into the … Continue reading Space takers
I’ve got work to do
Dear President Trump, I’ve got work to do. This morning when I saw the title of the “Poem-a-day” in my inbox (“If All My Relationships Fail and I Have No Children Do I Even Know What Love Is”) I assumed the author was a woman writing about a romantic relationship having ended and her biological … Continue reading I’ve got work to do
Mandela’s (real) 1994 inauguration address
Dear President Trump, Yesterday in doing some research on Marianne Williamson’s “Our deepest fear….” quote, I looked up Nelson Mandela’s 1994 inauguration address. I already knew he hadn’t used the quote, but I was wondering why the misattribution occurred. I think the closest line to the MW quote is probably “Let each know that for … Continue reading Mandela’s (real) 1994 inauguration address
We aren’t going back
Dear President Trump, I went by the fallen tree again this morning. It’s been dragged off the sidewalk back up into the yard from which it fell. Most of the branches have been cut off and hauled away and since, like I said on Monday, there were no leaves on the branches (none), there isn’t … Continue reading We aren’t going back
Treatise
(sent in 5 parts) Dear President Trump, I don’t normally write you in the middle of the day on weekdays, but I’m home sick and thus not on the Federal clock. Since I’m not as time pressured as usual, I decided to take this opportunity to go back to the document I started on November … Continue reading Treatise
“Women are very special”
Dear President Trump, There is really no good reason to closely parse anything you say since you don't ever pay close attention to anything you say and pretty much everything coming out of your mouth is an empty platitude or a dog whistle. But I can't help myself today. In their coverage of the press … Continue reading “Women are very special”
We need to be safe to do our thing
Dear President Trump, I've told you before how I run early in the morning, but what I haven't shared is how careful I am to cross the street if I see a man up ahead, to stay within certain geographic bounds so as to avoid going anywhere near the frat houses down by the U, … Continue reading We need to be safe to do our thing
The wonderful, radical Peruvian beauty pageant
Dear President Trump, I missed an incredibly fantastic angle when I wrote you yesterday about the radical Peruvian beauty pageant contestants. It must have galled you as a former beauty pageant owner and unabashed misogynist that they used this venue where women are traditionally treated as so much eye candy for men and turned it … Continue reading The wonderful, radical Peruvian beauty pageant
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