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Once there was a girl named Jenny. She was like all the other girls, especially for this one thing: she always wore a black hair tie around her wrist.
There was a boy named Alfred in her class. This made sense, as names from the 1900s had cycled back into fashion. Alfred liked Jenny, and Jenny liked Alfred, despite his name.
One day he asked her, “Why do you always wear that black hair tie around your wrist?”
“I cannot tell you,” said Jenny, in an attempt to practice boundary setting as encouraged by her therapist.
But Alfred, who was not partial to respecting boundaries and often felt entitled to women’s personal information, kept asking, “Why do you wear it?” And then he would reach over and snap it on her wrist.
Jenny would say, “Ow, fuck, stop. It’s not important.” Then she’d slide the hair tie up and down her arm to change the spot where an indentation was forming due to lack of circulation.
With the Labour Party officially abandoning its pledge to invest £28 billion a year in its Green Prosperity Plan, two elements of their green platform remain. One is their proposed publicly owned clean energy company, Great British Energy, with initial funding of £8.3 billion, paid for through government bonds. The other is their ambitious target […]
So, in violation of red letter international law and norms, the Israelis bombed the Iranian embassy in Damascus. This is a literal causus belli as a consulate is the land of the nation occupying it.
What will the consequences be?
Well, the best take I’ve seen is this, from Elijah J. Manjier (part behind a subscriber wall):
When COVID struck Rebecca Saltzman’s family, the virus unmasked a life-changing discovery: her husband and two of their kids had genetic heart disease. The kind where people drop dead. As their healthy wife and mother, Saltzman had a new role too—guiding her family through what Susan Sontag called the Kingdom of the Sick. In this column, she’ll explore the anthropological strangeness of this new place, the mysteries of the body, and how facing death distills life into its purest form: funny, terrifying, and sublime.
Read Part I, Part II, Part III, and Part IV.
YOU’RE OVERDUE FOR A CLEANING! Jennifer at reception started having an affair with one of the dentists, and her husband will be storming into the office to confront them about it during your appointment.
YOU’RE OVERDUE FOR A CLEANING! Our new latex gloves are churro-flavored.
YOU’RE OVERDUE FOR A CLEANING! We are going to start publicly posting on our website when all of our patients’ last appointments were, so you can’t lie when your mom asks. HIPAA be damned.
YOU’RE OVERDUE FOR A CLEANING! The TV in our waiting room is playing Erin Brockovich.
YOU’RE OVERDUE FOR A CLEANING! I really shouldn’t be telling you this, but did you know that Jonathan Groff is one of our patients, too? Who knows, maybe you might bump into him here.