So, I decided I’d take a holiday from the trans-politics for a bit as immersing one’s self in that for prolonged periods can leave one suffocating after a while, and then my writing just gets all like a sweaty squid trying to unhook a corset. Nobody wants that. Thus I sit here with my nifty umbrella drink, maxing and relaxing, and along comes this load of bollocks in a sock. [In the interest of full disclosure, 90% of my wardrobe is from JCPenney, for reasons that’ll become relevant in a moment.] Let’s analyse this bit by bit using my usual restrained, sensible, and sobreminded reasoning. “Why would this dowdy Middle American entity waddle into Midtown in its big old shorts and flip-flops without even bothering to update its ancient Helvetica Light logo, which for anyone who grew up with the company is encrusted with decades of boring, even traumatically parental, associations?” What the fuck is wrong with you, woman, seriously? Ahem. Now to the reasoning … [Read more...]