correction

Upon reflection, I can't say I know where my body ends and culture begins.

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Flipping channels this morning, I caught about a second's worth of talking head gossip about the sex of some famous pregnant persons's baby, and it just blew my mind. Why the fuck, exactly, is it so important to know the sex of a baby? Is the whole fucking system of gender so unstable that indoctrination and propaganda have to begin as early as possible? Is it impossible for parents to imagine a child without knowing what their genitals look like? Enculturation is a creepy as fuck thing in general, but it's even grosser when aimed at children, who can't opt out and never gave their consent. Propaganda begins in the home, I guess.

fkn work

The employee for whom I convered the entire month of July is going to be off Friday. I found out yesterday, when it was approved, despite it being against the stated policy of two weeks notice. Guess who gets to cover again? That's right, it's me. So, I have to be at work at 6:00 fucking AM on Friday morning, which pretty much confirms I'll be wiped out Friday night, and thus miss part of my weekend, my time away from work with my sweetie.

I like to think I'm a team player. I think I act on that. But more and more, I'm really beginning to wonder if my relationship to the team concept might be abusive.

Just, fuck.