I haven't read them.
But while we're speaking of romantic fantasy with implausibly attractive male leads...
We meet at the book store. You're early, already engrossed in a new find in the poetry section. I'm late. Sorry!
That book you have there! Excellent. Here's an old favorite, right here behind you. We take turns reading it out loud with increasingly ridiculous voices. Then, shyly, it turns out we both have written pieces of our own. We share poems we wrote in the past, along with the circumstances that made them necessary. It's super cute.
Let's change the scene. We go to the park. I bring olives and cheese. You bring a blanket and an old school 90s boombox with extra backup Size E batteries. We begin to interweave stories of our childhoods and families with thoughts about fuck boys' "love" for Nietzsche (can they even spell his name right?) and the troubling rise of the far right. I know what you're thinking: Such heart. Very romance.
So, what happens next?
Every month, I introduce old and new friends via an "entertaining diversion" of picnics, games, and deep talk.
Every week, I organize a reading group for activists focused on history, politics, and strategy.
Every day, I put on my robe and wizard hat, and cast spells (via code) to make more friendship happen in the world.
FOOD: There are two people in this world. Those who put milk or sugar in their coffee, and those who are correct.
BOOKS: Graphic novels about radical people's history, theological musings by Milton or Weil, and teen feminist coming of age fantasy novels. They're my favorite.
If you love Tamora Pierce or Terry Pratchett hit me up right now.
2. How to stay good friends with people scattered all over the world.
3. Remember Tamagotchis? Fitbits are just like that, except the stupid little creature you have to keep alive is yourself.
Forgive me! I was young, and reckless.
Here's the story
It was 2nd grade. I won a meaningless competition; won the right to lead the milk line into the cafeteria. Little did I suspect that line of children would become a line of betrayal.
Noon. We form up. I move to the front. Teacher ushers me aside. Lisa will head the line today.
Anger. I storm out of the room, and out of the building. It took a couple of hours for the police to find me.
Don't worry, I had the last laugh. My parents were furious that it took so long to realize I had left. They transfered the whole family out of the school.
You're against Chill.
Extra 🔥 for my fellow jews.