Skye Mahdi
@skyemahdi
Skye Mahdi
@skyemahdi
i’m combing through the braids of lies
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Viewers who spend four or more hours watching television each day hold significantly different opinions from those who spend far less time obtaining their information from the television. They believe, for example, that there is a far higher prevalence of crime, violence, alcoholism, drug abuse, and prostitution in society than is actually the case
... See moreCorporatism, aided by positive psychology, relies on several effective coercive persuasion techniques, similar to those often employed by cults, to meld workers into a “happy” collective. It sanctions interpersonal and psychological attacks and lavish praise to destabilize an individual’s sense of self and promote compliance. It uses the coercive p
... See moresometimes, in the small, secret part of myself where i tuck away my worst impulses, i wished they had gone just a little further, wronged me just a little bit more clearly, because maybe then i wouldn’t feel quite so crazy about hurting so much. without laws broken or lines crossed, women’s pain is madness.
— Rayne Fisher-Quann Nov 21, 2021
I sink into my body. I start to feel itchy and agitated and annoyed. This is why I left! Because I am shame and fear wrapped in skin. I don’t even want to visit my body, much less reside here.
She steps farther into the room, hands raised like she’s trying to calm a deranged bear. It’s me. I am the deranged bear.
I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me
You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
[…]
I was tame, I was gentle till the circus life made me mean
"Don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth"
[...]
'Cause you lured me
And you hurt me
And you taught me
You caged me and then you called me crazy
I am what I am 'cau
who’s afraid of little old me? ts
They both started laughing in that desperate high-pitched way people laugh when their hearts are broken.
There comes a time when the heaping up of calamities brings on uncontrollable nervous laughter—when, after a final blow from fate, we decide to treat it all as a joke.