Skinny Bits: February 12, 2018

I have no idea why anyone still reads this blog. At this point, it feels like I’m a grumpy old woman, barking at clouds. That said, if you’re still regularly clicking, reading, and sharing, thank you. Your presence is a present.

A lot happened in sports last week. The Philadelphia Eagles vanquished the Evil Empire. Dwyane Wade took what’s left of his talents back to South Beach (more on this later). The result? I temporarily suspended my “Twitter is a toxic environment where productive discourse goes to die” stance and tweeted like the SBG of old. I know you’re sick of reading my social media angst, but I’m not a mindless consumer anymore. I’m always thinking about how I use social these days, and since this blog is where I think out loud… to quote Demi Lovato, “sorry, not sorry.” Hopefully, you’re thinking about how you use social, too.

I’m working on a list of phrases to work out of my vocabulary. Why? Because as a writer, I can use better words.

I’m embarking on an ambitious task: the A Song of Ice and Fire book series. The more Game of Thrones discussions I consume, I am intrigued by the complex, nuanced world of the books compared to the TV show. I don’t have the attention span to read the tome, so I’m listening to the audiobooks and am on book two. So far, there isn’t too much difference from the show story lines, but hearing events from the characters’ point of view is interesting.

Another frequent listen these days? The Philosophize This! podcast. Stephen West hosts a beginner-friendly exploration of philosophical schools of thought throughout the centuries–Socrates, the Stoics, Hobbes, Descartes, De Beauvoir, etc.

Thus far, I relate most to the moderate skeptics who believe in withholding judgment until given more information as it is impossible to be certain of anything. Because, Libra. When people ask me “Are you sure?” I answer “To the best of my knowledge.” When people tell me stories, I accept them as emotional truths rather than factual depictions. When I removed “belief” as a requirement for action, I became more productive because I’m never convinced of anything. Knowing an entire school of thought supports this approach makes me slightly less neurotic.

None of us do, Ygritte.

I have notes for a #SkinnyBlackJams: Pre-Woke J. Cole post. I guess I’ll get to that sometime this month week.

I’m also taking a break from The Last Unicorn for the month. This is not quitting. But taking some distance from the story to get a better view of it.

Okay. The Baller Formerly Known as Flash. (Dwyane Wade for the casual sports fan) I was not happy about his #R3TURN to the Miami Heat. He overplayed his hand when he left in 2016, realized he chased a waterfall, and wanted to come back to the rivers and lakes that he’s used to. He could’ve stayed gone. Then I watched his first game back and felt the familiar chills and tingles watching him do his thing in American Airlines Arena (including a pivotal end-of-game block). As a Heat fan, I admit, I’m happy. I don’t think I’ll ever be a Dwyane Wade fan the way I was before he left, though. God forgives, I do not (as evidenced by my never-ending disdain for #23 on the Cavs).

With that, I wish you all a decadent Fat Tuesday, a sexy Valentine’s Day (if that’s your jam), and a reflective Ash Wednesday.


  1. Bre

    I’m just commenting to say that yes I’m still reading because I’m getting the same “i’m a blogger not a brand” vibes from all my blogger friends that did not get into this to make money. ann friedman posted a picture on her computer monitor that says “you don’t owe the internet anything”.
    happy Wednesday to you

    • I appreciate this.

      I feel like I’m shouting and rolling my eyes into the ether, raining on everyone’s HYPER WOKE LET’S LIVE OUR BEST CURATED LIVES parades. It’s projection–I’m trying to figure out how to be a regular human and not an optimized-for-efficiency, content-consuming zombie who does as her feeds command.

      It’s a strange space to occupy.

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