Artist/Band: They Might Be Giants
Are you male or female: Too-tall girl.
Describe yourself: I am a grocery bag.
How do you feel: Great!
Describe where you currently live: The other side of the world.
Describe your ex: She thinks she’s Edith Head.
Your best friend is: Reprehensible.
Your favorite colour is: Stormy pink-ness.
If your life was a television show what would it be called: “Snowball in Hell”.
What is life to you: Damn good times!
What is the best advice you have to give: When it rains, it snows.
If you could change your name, what would you change it to: Cloisonné. Or maybe Skullivan. Doctor Worm? For real though, Doris Cunningham. No wait, James K. Polk. Or Ana Ng. Or Ondine. Or Mrs. Train.
…or Mosh Momken Abadon. I mean, why the fuck not, right?
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Asked by laineydiemond
I think the scariest thing I’ve seen isn’t the hate or contempt, but the marginalization. She writes about how it’s bullshit when protesters are written off as mentally ill, then her peers on twitter treat her protest as a sign of weakness, decay, and disordered thinking. I don’t understand. Thank you for the kind words. I’m glad my post has reached a few people. I’m glad something has come out of this that isn’t horrible. I am looking at the things I could buy and going “hmm,” and I wasn’t yesterday. I wonder how much farther this noise will carry. Please continue being great.
John Campbell, I was not sure how to contact you. I remember your email address, but I’m not sure if you still have it. I’m not sure you will ever read this. Here is a tag, hopefully that will get your attention: boohooboo
My friend bought two copies of your book, one for me, one for him. Does that count as one mention or two? Are you allowed to burn both books now? Please burn both. My friend may be angry that I asked you to do this. I will offer to personally refund him. I am glad his money went to you. If he no longer supports you, I will do so in his place.
I find the majority of the “internet buzz” surrounding you to be offensive. People are angry you ran away with their money, claiming your deeply-held beliefs aren’t real, are only an excuse to get away with shirking your duties. I am aware you have no duties. Your job as a human being is to do whatever it is you’re going to do. Your responsibilities are to live, or die, or be kind, or be awful. You can do anything. You have any rights you choose to accept. Your actions are allowed to run against the current of our society, to place yourself into the “bad parts” of our systems, as if the value we place on those systems is inherent.
You have changed my life profoundly in the past seven years. When I started art school, you started a webcomic. Your writing inspired me to care about writing in a way I never had before. Your stories taught me there never has to be a punchline, that an idea can dangle in mid-air, that people can dangle in mid-air, that what matters more than making a point is making a noise. That what matters more than dictating a moral is representing yourself and your beliefs in the most authentic way you know how to do.
I have drawn hourly comics every year for seven years, because I agree with the notion that life is absurd, that documenting it is even more absurd, and impossible. While I prepared for a career editing commercials, you were pasting steve roggenbuck’s poems on billboards. I never sought an internship. I opted out of that system. steve roggenbuck’s Walt Whitman mixtape is sitting on my bookshelf as we speak. I wonder today like I never wondered before whether that book was a good use of his funds. I hope boost house will remain idealistic without the need to be profitable.
When I began the process of divorce, you told me “there are only three things you can do to a thing / anything else is insane / you can change it / you can accept it / or you can leave”. Shortly thereafter I came out as trans, which immediately halted any attempts to salvage the marriage. I changed my perception of my identity, I accepted the loss of a woman I loved greatly, and I left a marriage that was killing us both. You’re trying to change things that may not change by your actions. You seem unwilling to accept the state of things as they are. Perhaps you are reacting in an insane way, perhaps you are leaving the notion of a functioning society. Perhaps you will leave by leaving your life. I don’t want you to be dead, but I also recognize my impulse as selfish. Your life is not my job. If you die in the service of your cause which you fully believe in, that is a choice you are able to make. But I don’t want you to be dead. People think your next step in this dumb huge performance art of life is to die, at your own hand or the hands of those in power. If that happens I suppose things will be alright. I suppose I also don’t want people to be right any more than they have to be.
I would be interested in paying you to live, or paying another person to live, or however these things would work. But I worry you won’t want my money. My job is to do things that are easy while people around me work hard. I get paid too much for too few hours. I did not earn my job, I found it by accident. I had no meaningful references, but my firm white male handshake and hearty white male laugh earned me an absurdly comfortable job. I won’t leave this job, even though I disagree with many of the company’s actions, because I recognize I will probably never have another job that provides such comfort for absolutely no reason. If I pay you, I will be asking you how much you would like so I can create a line item in my budget. I will consider how this negatively affects the things I want to buy. I worry this isn’t the kind of money you’re looking for. I’m not sure who has the kind of money you’re looking for. I’m not sure how to find a person who thinks money is inherently useless who will have a lot of money. If you would like my money, please contact me. If you would not, please don’t.
Before we started floating, I was gonna say “work hard and good luck.” That’s all I’ve got. Not sure which is more important. You can’t be successful without luck, but lots of successful people don’t work hard. So, well… good luck.