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Why You Shouldn’t Speak Bullsh*t All The Time Whenever You Want

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I have this distinct memory. I’m twelve years old, seventh grade. The first whispers of summer. We’re in my aunt’s white SUV, and she’s blasting the air conditioning to combat the Los Angeles heat. She pulls over at a gas station. It’s 2005, and for the first time ever, we see a $3/gallon gas price. My aunt mumbles under her breath, “This is bullsh*t.” She thinks I don’t hear her, but I admire her cursing all the same. 2005 will eventually be known as the year emo music goes mainstream — Fall Out Boy, Paramore, and Panic all dropping seminal … Continue reading Why You Shouldn’t Speak Bullsh*t All The Time Whenever You Want

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On Maturity & Responsibility, Part 2: The Beautiful Burden

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I’ve been talking with lots of millennial Democrats recently as part of my job, so allow me to borrow one of the millennial Democrat’s favorite phrases: I am a man of “privilege.” I am under no threat socially, politically, or materially; I have more than enough money to survive and even thrive with my expensive videography hobby; and while I am not white, I am indeed a cis-gendered dude. And since I can only speak truthfully from my experience, it has not been lost on me — not one bit — that my privilege has largely come from my career … Continue reading On Maturity & Responsibility, Part 2: The Beautiful Burden

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The End of Organizing Essays?

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From mid-2015 to November 2019, I somehow managed to write a (usually) fairly long essay about organizing on Facebook about once a month. I started writing about standard Leftist theory, then about organizing theory, then about social-emotional dynamics more generally, and then most recently incorporating very abstract spiritual/ existential concepts as they might relate to organizing. I haven’t written anything in the last four months. I haven’t felt inspired to. Not that I haven’t wanted to. As I sit in my room doing nothing but textbanking/ phonebanking folks all day, I don’t think I’ve ever had this much energy in … Continue reading The End of Organizing Essays?