Meh. I’ll give it a month.
I mean, you know. I don’t wanna fall out of the rape loop forever.
Poor Merlin Mann has the misfortune to make the same joke as this asshole who gave Tig Notaro shit for no reason. I get the joke. I mean, you don’t see me writing anything at all about the object of the joke. At all. I just don’t want to. But here’s the thing: I think if you want to joke about not wanting to hear about the thing, then you might as well just unfollow the people talking about it, or at least have the balls/brains/gumption to tell them why it is that the thing they’re talking about is profoundly uninteresting to you. And if you can’t/won’t/don’t want to do that, then shut the fuck up about how you’re archly/ironically/cleverly above it all. Because honestly, taking the effort to stylize your boredom about a subject is pretty close to being an activist against it. Ie, if this (I know) has gotten too involuted, talking about how you’re sick of hearing about people being against rape is not that far from the pro-rape stance. I think. Turns out. K? Back to work, right? K? Good. Thanks. Love you.