Fuck. That. Shit.

 

 

 

Not My Image

(From XKCD)

Getting back to the topic of shame and its connection to that part-time gig I was briefly connected to..  When I held the privileged position of a part-time job with no benefits (not even unemployment insurance), short money, and indeterminate hours and scope - I found myself combing the blog to see if there were things in it that might bother the delicate souls of my bosses and / or their customers.  Because - God knows - I ain't woke. I don't speak the language of wokishness.  In my daily life, I probably unintentionally leave a trail of old white male geezer micro-aggressions in my wake.    I found one post on the blog about lama tongue sucking that I reverted back to draft mode.   As soon as I did that I became a phony. And - looking back - I'm not so much ashamed of my cowardice - just deeply disappointed at my weakness.    Anyhow - it's reverted back to public.   Fuck em... all but six.. to carry the coffin..  ~