![]() I thought it was just frugality and gardening zeal - maybe a desire to spend time outdoors and get some exercise - but I’ve since reconsidered. Lately I’ve been coping by walking out into the field behind our house and collecting worm poop to use as fertilizer. Ever given to greed, we’ve run aground thanks to our behemoth excess. We’re reaching our logical conclusion, given our behaviour: when the Ever Given - the 220,000-ton megaship 24 storeys high and more than six hockey rinks long - got stuck and blocked the Suez Canal, it was almost unbearably metaphoric. So maybe the whole no-more-babies thing is for the best. Our predilection for invading and dominating wild spaces has created a worldwide pandemic, and there will be more - our insane appetite for meat guarantees it. ![]() So I could write about the ever-burgeoning world of rape culture, but why limit myself to one particular element of humanity when I could write about the end of humanity itself, given that sperm rates in the West have fallen by half in the last 40 years? At this rate human beings will be infertile by 2045 because we can’t stop eating microplastics, and all the heretofore-fictional, dystopian sci-fi plots will be on the table.Īnd India is on fire with burning bodies.Īnd the climate crisis is so bad now that it has shifted the earth’s axis. ![]() I live in hope that my girls turn out to be lesbians. I have three daughters: not only must I worry about something being slipped in their drink naked pictures of them being posted online and skyrocketing rates of sexually transmitted diseases (syphilis is up 413 per cent since 2000) now I must also worry about men secretly removing their condom.Īnd then bragging about it online, no doubt, in the various stealthing forums. I just found out about “stealthing,” and I’m still trying to recover from that. I don’t know what horrifying thing I should write about today.
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