tiny violin icon Another Tough Day for Bigots

A new Washington Post-ABC News poll has found that 59% of US respondents now believe that same-sex couples have a right to marry. Even in states with bans on same-sex marriage, 53% of respondents support overturning the bans and allowing the legalization of same-sex marriage. And 50% of respondents now say there is a Constitutional right to same-sex marriage equality.

At this point, we're basically just waiting for legislators to catch the fuck the up.

(Which, as we recently saw in Indiana, as but one example, still demands an awful lot of time and money and energy and action. Progress happens because people advocate for it. It's work. Work that isn't finished.)

There was even more significant support for nondiscrimination in business and for gay parenting:

According to the poll, public opinion is more unified on recent proposals that would allow businesses to refuse serving gays and others based on the religious convictions of the business owner. Nearly seven in 10 respondents say businesses should not be allowed to refuse service to gays. On this question, majorities across partisan lines said businesses should not be allowed to deny service.

...The shifting attitudes extend beyond issues of marital rights to more basic beliefs about the nature of homosexuality and its implications for child rearing. Nearly eight in 10 say that gays can parent as well as straight people, up from just below six in 10 in a 1996 Newsweek survey.

Sixty-one percent support allowing gays to adopt a child, up from 49 percent in 2006 and 29 percent in a 1992 poll by Time magazine and CNN.

...Support for same-sex marriage has changed more rapidly than almost any social issue in the past decade. In a Post-ABC poll in March 2004, 38 percent said same-sex marriage should be legal, while 59 percent said it should not, the same percentage now in favor of allowing gays to marry.
Social conservatives are fighting a number of losing battles, but none so losery as this one.

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Question of the Day

If/when you travel, what is your favorite way to explore a new place—do you like to do all the touristy things, do you prefer to try to live like a local as much as possible, some combination thereof, or something different altogether?

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The Make-Up Thread

By request, and tangential to the Fat Fashion threads, here is a thread to discuss all things make-up. This thread is for everyone who wears make-up, whether you wear make-up on a daily basis, or occasionally; whether you are an expert at applying make-up, or stink at it; whether you are obliged to wear make-up for any reason, or like to wear it; whether you want to recommend make-up that you love, or seek recommendations; whether you are male or female or genderqueer. If you wear (or want to wear) make-up, have at it!

Please keep this thread judgment-free, remembering that there are people for whom wearing make-up is not a choice, for whom it is an issue of personal safety or job security; that there are people who enjoy wearing make-up, and it is not the choice to wear make-up that is the problem, but the fact that for so many people there isn't a choice. Let us not misdirect criticism of a system at individuals who make choices within that system.



I spend most of my life make-up free, but I occasionally like to wear make-up, if I'm going out on the town. (And I say "out on the town" because I am fully 200 years old.) I am very fortunate that virtually no one in my life—not my family, not my spouse, not my friends, not my employers—have ever obliged me or pressured me to wear make-up. The only time I feel like I have to wear make-up is while accessing medical care or getting a haircut, or in other situations where I feel like I need to overcome stereotypes about fat people not caring about ourselves.

As a result of rarely wearing make-up, I am pretty terrible at applying it, lol. Especially eyeliner. Forget it. Eyeliner is never going to happen for me!

Also due to my sporadic make-up endeavors, I don't have much in the way of recommendations, although I will say that I love my Urban Decay Naked eyeshadow palette with the fiery passion of ten thousand suns. I got it on sale (do you detect a pattern?!) and I use it so rarely that it will probably last forever, and I HOPE IT WILL BECAUSE IT IS THE BEST.

image of a Naked Palette of eyeshadow in browns and greys, by Urban Decay

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Number of the Day

2 million: The number of unemployed USians who are now going without unemployment benefits as of this week, since "Congress failed [at the end of last year] to extend the Emergency Unemployment Compensation (EUC) program that made sure those who had been out of work for 26 weeks or more received unemployment benefits. That immediately left 1.3 million people without a lifeline, and the ranks will swell to 2.3 million by April 5 if Democrats can't find a way to make Republicans drop their filibuster of the extension."

Republicans think people aren't entitled to food. Or housing. Or healthcare. Or a whole lotta things—including the unemployment benefits to which people are entitled by virtue of having paid into the program out of every paycheck when they were working.

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An Annotated Index of Ross Geller (101-106)

[Content Note: Misogyny, Patriarchal Relationships, Disability]

Let me tell you a story.

When I was younger, my parents were dedicated fans of the Friends sitcom. I watched it with them, never missing an episode, and I generally liked everyone on the show (flaws and all) with the glaring exception of Ross. I hated Ross with the fire of a thousand suns, and my folks were largely baffled at how harsh and unforgiving I was. (The term "feminist" was invoked at me, and not in a positive manner. But I'm glad the label stuck!) But I didn't care because c'mon Ross Geller is clearly the worst.

Anyway. I grew up and I mostly forgot about Friends until my surgery last year when I found that the episodes work really well for keeping me out of a depression head-space when I'm confined to bed. I started watching the show again and realized that I owed it to my younger self to write a post for her about Why I Dislike Ross Geller. Given that I was about a decade or two away from actually being timely and topical, I was pretty darn shocked at how many people popped in to validate my Ross hatred. Then about a year after that, Melissa found my post and we cross-posted it here because as it turns out, we are Ross-Hating Besties. Which is obviously the best kind of besties!

We now text each other about Ross and how he is THE WORST several times a week (which always makes me dissolve into a fit of giggles), because Liss has been catching the reruns and I've been in and out of bed with back pain and head-cold-allergy-fun. It is our fervent desire to meet up one of these days, plop down on the nearest couch, and watch all the Friends together while heckling Ross and throwing popcorn at the screen.

In the meantime, I am writing an annotated index of Ross Geller's failings, organized by DVD disc since my mom gave me her complete set to hang on to for her (and which is definitely Very Serious Feminist Commentary, lolololol!) and I am dedicating the work to Liss, my bestie who loves to hate Ross with me. ❤



An Annotated Index of Ross Geller: Disc 1

Episode 101: The Pilot

Synopsis: This opening episode establishes the Friends and sets up Rachel and Ross as an overarching romantic arc. Ross has been left by his wife (who has discovered she is a lesbian), and Rachel has left her fiance at the wedding altar. There are long lingering shots of the two alone in their respective spaces (Ross in his new apartment; Rachel in Monica's apartment) wondering what to do now and what life will hold for them. Ross also establishes that he has always had a crush on Rachel, and Rachel acknowledges her awareness of his high school crush and gives him permission to ask her out sometime--Ross does not immediately pursue the relationship, however.

Analysis: This episode sets the tone for how Ross will interact with Rachel. He is initially cheered to see her when she enters the coffee shop for the first time, but despite his obvious interest in pursuing a relationship with her, he doesn't want to give up his angst over the loss of another woman (in this case his wife Carol) and his concerns about his own future--this foreshadows Ross' tendency to treat his relationship with Rachel like a game where his goal is to min/max his internalized concept of "success", rather than focusing on his and Rachel's shared happiness.

Another tone set in this episode is Ross' tendency to belittle Rachel and treat her like she is foolish; he interrupts her phone conversation with her father to mock her "What if I don't wanna be a shoe?" metaphor about her existential crisis. Considering that she has been deeply sheltered all her life, and her father is bringing a tremendous amount of pressure on her to marry Barry (including arguing that it shouldn't matter if she doesn't love him), this is a really asshole move on Ross' part; he is undermining her confidence in her ability to explain and convey her feelings both to herself and others.

The final tone set in this episode and continued forward is Ross' unwillingness to openly and honestly pursue a relationship with Rachel. He frames his confession of feelings in the past tense ("back in high school, I had a, um, major crush on you.") so that he can safely disavow them if Rachel reacts badly; when she acknowledges his crush and gives him encouragement to move forward, he frames his asking her out as a future hypothetical ("do you think it would be okay if I asked you out? Sometime? Maybe?") rather than a direct offer and additionally layers his request with a self-pitying aside that calls attention to his "vulnerability" ("try not to let my intense vulnerability become any kind of a factor here").

All of this is calculated to make it very difficult for Rachel to say No: he's not asking her out, he's asking if he can ask her out at some unspecified future date, and he's drawing awareness to how painful it would be if she didn't let him have this 'little' request. Ross will then choose not to follow up on this "permission" to ask Rachel out for the same reason that he dances so vigorously around the request here: he is afraid of giving her room to issue an unequivocal No, which would mean he would have to stop asking. Instead, he hopes to maneuver her into a relationship with him without her conscious awareness of it ("is it a date if she doesn’t know we’re going on a date?"--Episode 105); if she doesn't know she's being pushed into a relationship with him, she can't say no.

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He Seems Nice

[Content Note: Misogyny.]

A male passenger on a recent WestJet flight left behind a cool note scrawled on a cocktail napkin for the female pilot:

A female WestJet pilot says she was in "shock" after a passenger left behind a note following a weekend flight to say that the cockpit is "no place for a woman."

Crew cleaning the aircraft found a note, written on a napkin and signed by "David," after passengers deplaned from the Calgary to Victoria flight on Sunday.

In addition to suggesting that women don't belong at the controls of an airplane, the note also said that "A woman being a mother is the most honour, not as 'captain.'"

"PS I wish Westjet (sic) could tell me a fair lady is at the helm so I can book another flight," David went on. On the back of the napkin, David wrote that he was "not impressed," and signed it "Respectfully in love, David."
Call me kooky, but I am impressed by any pilot who navigates my ass safely to my destination!

image of part of the handwritten note on a cocktail napkin

Obviously, everything about David's note is terrific, but my favorite part is his parenthetical apology: "(Sorry not P.C.)" LOL! You know, somehow I think David isn't really sorry for his failure of political correctness. Or basic decency.

[H/T to Shaker pedgehog.]

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Triggered

[Content Note: Narratives of oversensitivity; discussion of being triggered.]

Via Jessica Luther, I see that there's another entry, care of Jenny Jarvie in The New Republic, in the increasingly frequent genre of articles about how trigger warnings are ultimately harmful and their proliferation "now threatens to define public discussion both online and off."

Jarvie is concerned about the use of trigger warnings spilling into offline spheres, like university classrooms, and frets about the possibility of trigger warnings slippery-sloping their way into all aspects of communication (oh the humanity):

The backlash has not stopped the growth of the trigger warning, and now that they've entered university classrooms, it's only a matter of time before warnings are demanded for other grade levels. As students introduce them in college newspapers, promotional material for plays, even poetry slams, it's not inconceivable that they'll appear at the beginning of film screenings and at the entrance to art exhibits. Will newspapers start applying warnings to articles about rape, murder, and war? Could they even become a regular feature of speech? "I was walking down Main Street last night when—trigger warning—I saw an elderly woman get mugged."
Film rating systems, which include warnings about certain types of content, including sexual and violent content, have existed for years. Although they are not typically broadcast at the beginning of a screening, with the exception of cable broadcasts where that has been standard practice for some time, viewers can easily access in trailers, reviews, and listings on sites like IMDb notes about the content of a film before viewing it. Newspapers, too, frequently offer notes about content at the top of in-depth investigative pieces about systemic abuse or violent crime, especially when there are graphic descriptions within the story. These sorts of habits already exist in some measure, which makes the alarmism about trigger warnings misplaced, at best.

But what if, as Jarvie fears, trigger warnings (or some variation, like Shakesville's content notes) became common, even in interpersonal communication?

Well, first it's important to understand what a trigger warning actually is. And for that, it's important to understand what being triggered really means: Being triggered does not mean "being upset" or "being offended" or "being angry," or any other euphemism people who roll their eyes long-sufferingly in the direction of trigger warnings tend to imagine it to mean. Being triggered has a very specific meaning that relates to evoking a physical and/or emotional response to a survived trauma or sustained systemic abuse.

To say, "I was triggered" is not to say, as it is frequently mischaracterized, "I got my delicate fee-fees hurt." It is to say, "I had a significantly mood-altering experience of anxiety." Someone who is triggered may experience anything from a brief moment of dizziness, to a shortness of breath and a racing pulse, to a full-blown panic attack.

Speaking about trigger warnings as though they exist for the purposes of indulging fragile sensibilities fundamentally misses their purpose: To mitigate harm.

If a very simple strategy for harm mitigation went into wider usage, that would be a good thing, hardly a reason to wring one's hands.

And, like film ratings systems and newspaper reader warnings, there exist people for whom this type of sensitive communication is already in use. Most of my friends and colleagues make use of some sort of "heads-up" about potentially triggering material, whether it's an explicit content note at the top of an email, or a, "Hey, are you in a space where I can talk to you about X?" in conversation.

Contrary to the idea that this limits the subjects about which we speak, creating a space in which we center safety and frank communication about difficult subjects, it means that we have meaningful and constructive conversations, in moments where everyone has the emotional wherewithal to have them. The only thing that's been curtailed is the idea that we have the freedom to disgorge at each other without consideration for whether someone about whom we care is prepared for a heavy conversation. In other words: Harm mitigation.

When I recently gave a workshop on rape culture, I opened the session by communicating to everyone in attendance that they may have unexpected (or expected) reactions to the material, and everyone should feel free to leave if they needed to, without worry of judgment or causing offense. "I want you to prioritize your self-care." It took all of two minutes of my time to create that little bit of safety, for which people thanked me afterwards.

The thing about being a person who is triggered is that sometimes knowing you can leave gives you the space you need to stay.

If we understand that being robbed of one's consent or agency or humanity can result in an anxiety disorder, it shouldn't be difficult to understand that explicit communication that reduces the feeling of being obliged, coerced, trapped can mitigate that anxiety in potentially triggering situations.

It's just a basic politeness, in response to recognizing that we live in a fucked-up world that harms lots of people in similar ways.

And it's such an easy thing to do. The only reason I can imagine resistance to trigger warnings, or whatever variation, is that their ubiquity will create an expectation of sensitivity with which people can't be bothered. The sort of people who say that people who need trigger warnings are too sensitive, rather than conceding that maybe it is they who are simply not sensitive enough.

Trigger warnings don't make people "oversensitive." They acknowledge that there is a lot of garbage in the world that causes people lasting harm. If for no other reason, I defend my use of content notes on the basis that to fail to use them is to abet the damnable lie that everything's pretty much okay for everyone, and people who have been harmed are outliers.

And, no, I don't worry that I am infantilizing my readers, who have the choice whether to make use of content notes or skip them altogether, based on their individual needs. Nor do I worry that "you can't possibly predict all triggers!"—the reddest of all red herring arguments against using trigger warnings. Sure, you can't. I can't. But I can give it my best effort.

It's not just about me, and the other writers in this space, anyway: It's also about the readers. "The provision of content notes is an exchange in which readers must participate: We communicate the information, and readers must assess their own immediate capacity to process content in the noted categories, then proceed accordingly."

Trigger warnings, or content notes, are a communication between two people. Not a proclamation.

And, ultimately, they indirectly communicate something else very important between a writer and hir reader: To some degree, trigger warnings have emerged as a sort of metric for how inclusive a blog community is. The presence or absence of trigger warnings can serve as a good faith litmus test for whether a writer is sensitive to issues that affect you, and whether the commentariat is likely to be supportive or hostile toward your participation. It's a reasonable thing for a reader to expect that a blogger who provides a trigger warning or content note about transphobia, for example, will have moderators who do not allow rampant transphobia in comments.

Trigger warnings are thus not strictly just an indicator of potentially troubling content on the main page, but also an indicator of how safe the space might be for you overall.

Evidence of sensitivity is suggestive of safety.

Online, offline, everywhere.

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Daily Dose of Cute

image of Dudley the Greyhound in a totally ridiculous upside-down-twisty-pretzel position on the loveseat

This guy. LOL.

As always, please feel welcome and encouraged to share pix of the fuzzy, feathered, or scaled members of your family in comments.

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

[Content Note: There are images of car crashes in this video.]



The Sugarcubes: "Motorcrash"

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In the News

Here is some stuff in the news today!

Former Miss Kentucky Djuan Trent disclosed that she is queer this week after a judge ruled Kentucky's ban on recognizing out-of-state same-sex marriages was unconstitutional. "For months, I have been contemplating how I would write this post, how I would position it, when would be the right time to post it. Should I make it funny? Should I make it mysterious? Should I make it serious? Should I pick a special date to do it? Should I build some kind of anticipation around it? Hmmm...ain't nobody got time for that. I have written and re-written and deleted and restarted this post more times than I care to share, and after all of that I have finally realized: 'There ain't nothin' to it, but to do it.' So, here we go folks... I am queer." Congratulations, Djuan!

President Obama's proposed budget will include a proposal for "expanding a longstanding tax break to better benefit workers who are childless, which the White House estimates will help 13.5 million additional Americans who hold jobs yet remain poor. The current tax break favors low-wage workers with children. Mr. Obama would offset the costs, $60 billion over 10 years, by ending two tax breaks for some wealthy taxpayers."

[Content Note: Racism; class warfare] What's a new gilded age without debtors' prisons? "Private companies involved in debt collection are enlisting the power and prestige of courts and prosecutors to coerce people into making civil debt payments that they cannot afford or are not obligated to make. ...The last decade's racial discrimination in subprime lending—discrimination that the ACLU is challenging in Adkins v. Morgan Stanley—only worsened the [racial wealth gap] by deliberately targeting minorities for loans that exposed them to higher rates of foreclosure and accompanying loss in wealth. It is no surprise, then, that preliminary data suggests that communities of color may be more vulnerable than others to aggressive and abusive debt collection practices."

[CN: Racism; environmental damage] The Environmental Justice Health Alliance says that Republican environmental policies promote "environmental racism." Yes, yes they do. Good for the EJHA for calling that shit out.

Facebook may be acquiring "Titan Aerospace, makers of near-orbital, solar-powered drones which can fly for five years without needing to land," in order to use the high-flying drones as "atmospheric satellites" to deliver internet access to parts of the world which lack it. All right then!

Jason Collins will reportedly get a second 10-day contract with the Nets. Two 10-day contracts is the maximum allowed by the league; if the Nets want to keep him beyond that, they'll have to sign him for the rest of the season.

[CN: Racism] Chelsea Handler, whose appeal I have literally never understood even a little bit, was hired by HuffPo to live-tweet the Oscars, and did her usual shtick. By which I mean rank racism.

[CN: Peril from housefire] I will never, ever, get tired of stories of rescued pets who save people's lives: "Allysia Birmbaum was in the shower when her neighbor's house caught on fire. ...Zooey [a dog who Birmbaum rescued six years ago] has always been afraid of the shower, but when a fire quickly spread to their home Zooey faced her fear to save Birmbaum's life. 'She was barking at this wall, shifting from foot to and foot, and I didn't know what she was trying to tell me.' ...Birmbaum quickly grabbed Zooey and headed for safety. The two got out just in time, the ceiling in the bathroom ended up collapsing in the fire. 'She saved my life,' said Birmbaum. 'She's the best dog ever!'" ♥

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This. Is. Validity Prism.

[Content Note: Auditing, homophobia, heteronormativity.]

The Validity Prism is a phrase I coined in order to simply describe the pervasive habit among people of privilege to filter marginalized people's lived experiences through their own perspectives shaped by their own lived experiences in order to establish authenticity.

In simpler language, it's the habit of measuring someone else's life against one's own while ignoring meaningful differences in those lives.

At its root, the Validity Prism is the practice of auditing, in place of the practice of empathy, done by privileged people who imagine their privilege makes them objective, as opposed to merely giving them a different perspective.

Privileged people who invoke the Validity Prism position themselves in the role of arbiter, who demand to see "proof" that marginalized people's lived experiences are really what they say they are. Marginalized people are not allowed to be experts on their own lives; instead, privileged self-appointed auditors demand evidence of all claims of oppression, which they will measure against their own lived experiences, which necessarily lack that very oppression, and then inevitably find that evidence wanting.

It is a deeply dysfunctional and abusive dynamic, explicitly designed to deny oppression and to deny marginalized people their agency and the right of authority on their own lived experiences.

This morning, at Right Wing Watch, I saw this incredible example of the Validity Prism: Republican Representative Steve King of Iowa says that "being gay is 'self-professed behavior' that can't be 'independently verified.'"

The congressman [implied] that LGBT people are making their identities known in order to entrap business owners into discriminating against them.

"The one thing that I reference when I say 'self-professed,'" he said, "is how do you know who to discriminate against? They have to tell you. And are they then setting up a case? Is this about bringing a grievance or is it actually about a service that they'd like to have?"

He then implied that homosexuality cannot be "independently verified" and can be "willfully changed."

"If it's not specifically protected in the Constitution," he said of civil rights protections, "then it's got to be an immutable characteristic, that being a characteristic that can be independently verified and cannot be willfully changed."
Rep. Steve King wants "independent verification" of other people's sexual orientations. (Is he volunteering? Fnar fnar!) But not everyone's, of course—just people whose sexual orientations Rep. King considers transgressive by virtue of a heterocentric culture that treats different-sex attraction as the default and the norm.

People who have the "normal" sexual orientation don't need to provide "independent verification" of their sexuality.

Rinse and repeat for every privileged class, whose members are not obliged to submit their identities to auditors and who are empowered by their privilege to appoint themselves as auditors for people who don't share that privilege.

"I don't see it," they say, having filtered a report of oppression through their Validity Prism and found nothing similar in their own experiences. "I just don't see it."

So certain of their unassailable objectivity that they don't even realize they aren't meant to be looking, but listening.

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Photo of the Day

This is a couple of days old now, but, in case anyone missed it, here is just a perfect selfie taken during the White House's first Student Film Festival of Bill Nye the Science Guy, Barack Obama the President Guy, and Neil deGrasse Tyson the Astrophysicist Guy:

self-taken image of Bill Nye, a middle-aged white man; President Barack Obama, a middle-aged black man; and Neil deGrasse Tyson, a middle-aged black man

AMAZING.

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Question of the Day

Suggested by Shaker Floatout2sea: "What was your first pet and what was hir name?"

If you've not had a first pet, either because you just haven't been in a place where it's feasible yet, or because of allergies, or whatever, please feel welcome to answer instead what kind of pet you'd like to have, if you could, and what hir name might be.

My parents had two long-haired white cats when I was born, named Kevin and Shutter, so I guess those would technically be my first pets, in that they were family pets.

My first pet on my own, whom I adopted when I got my first apartment during college, was Jimmy, who died in 2005 and whom I still miss every day.

image of Jimmy, a Maine Coon mix, sitting on a black chair
Big, beautiful Jim.

image of me holding Jimmy with his tongue sticking out
I loved this guy so much.

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Oh, Gun Culture. I Will Never Understand You.

[Content Note: Guns; mixing of guns and religion.]

"Kentucky Churches Giving Away Guns to Help People Discover Jesus." Welp.

The Kentucky Baptist Church has found the strategy "very effective" for its own purposes, but it's drawn criticism from other Baptists. "How ironic to use guns to lure men in to hear a message about Jesus, who said, 'Put away the sword,'" Rev. Joe Phelps, pastor of Louisville's independent Highland Baptist Church, said according to Courier-Journal. "Can you picture Jesus giving away guns, or toasters, or raffle tickets? …He gave away bread once, but that was as a sign, not a sales pitch."
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Tweet of the Day

screen cap of tweet authored by Gwen Ifill reading: 'Hey @MSNBC Steve McQueen is not African American. He's British. Really, it's OK to just call him black.'

[Via Imani.]

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Oh Good

[Content Note: Privilege.]

"Democrats Try Wooing Ones Who Got Away: White Men."

Well, good luck with "wooing" (straight, cis) white men who don't already agree that traditional Democratic policies also benefit them. I am hard-pressed to imagine how that's going to work without alienating Democratic voters who aren't (straight, cis) white men.

And, y'know, when your primary outreach to Democratic voters who aren't (straight, cis) white men is already "We're not Republicans!", there ain't a lot of room for alienation before people start staying home on Election Day. Or "throwing their votes away" on third parties.

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Daily Dose of Cute

image of Matilda the Fuzzy Sealpoint Blue-Eyed Cat, lying on a blanket and looking at me with a cocked head

"May I help you?"

As always, please feel welcome and encouraged to share pix of the fuzzy, feathered, or scaled members of your family in comments.

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The Walking Thread

[Content Note: Violence. Spoilers are lurching around undeadly herein.]

image of Daryl and Blonde Girl standing outside a cabin; his head is hanging forward and she's hugging him from behind
Daryl and Blonde Girl fall asleep standing up. From boredom.

Oh boy. This episode. This fucking show. Last night, my pal Veronica Arreola (@veronicaeye), who is my biggest Walking Thread supporter, tweeted at me:

screen cap of tweet authored by Veronica reading: 'If @Shakestweetz only posts a video of her laughing for 'The Walking Thread' I wouldn't blame her.'

LOL FOREVER. Like, genuine laughter, because Veronica is witty and clever, which is an entirely different reason than I laugh at The Walking Dead.

Anyway. We pick back up in the Season of Disjointed Stories about Dispersed Grimes Jailians with Daryl and Blonde Girl, whose name I still literally cannot remember, even after an entire episode with her.

Daryl and BG hide in the trunk of a car while zombies try to get in. Eventually the zombies wander sluggishly away, and Daryl and BG set up camp in the woods and eat a snake. BG is all, "Fuck this snake!" and marches off, declaring she wants to drink some booze. (Ha ha sure.)

She's never had any booze, because her zealot conservative dad forbid it, and told her that moonshine would make you go blind. "Like touching your lady parts!"—Hershel, presumably. She is, however, familiar with the famous drinking game "I've Never," because she used to watch her friends play it. LOL. Oh, BG. You must have been the life of the party in the good old days!

Stomp stomp stomp. Woods woods woods. BG is on a big-time booze mission, and Daryl is along for the ride, because, absent any other Straight White Patriarchs, he's obliged to assume the role of protector. They find a zombiepocalypse-busted country club, and BG locates a bottle of cooking wine. (Delicious!) But she has to use it to kill a zombie. (Damn.)

All the lady zombies in the country club are wearing pearls (lol) and the gentlemen zombies are wearing cardigans (lol), so you know they're rich. And Daryl seems real mad at these rich zombies. I feel an Important Commentary on privilege (and how sad it is that there are straight white men who lack class privilege) coming on. Oh goody!

BG finds a pretty yellow blouse and white cardigan in the country club gift shop and puts them on. I don't know why on earth she wants a sweater, unless it's to mop the gallons of sweat from Grimes' brow if she ever sees him again, but whatever.

Her new duds aren't pristine for long, though, because Daryl uses a golf club (SYMBOL OF RICH WHITE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE) to pound the fuck out of a rich country club zombie, and sprays blood all over BG's new clothes. Sad trombone.

BG makes her way to the country club bar, where Daryl throws darts at pictures of rich people (LOL OMG), in case you hadn't quite gotten the message that Daryl resents rich people yet. BG discovers the only booze left in the place is a bottle of peach schnapps, and then starts crying, presumably because she doesn't have any orange juice to make a delicious Fuzzy Navel. Or maybe because she misses her dad. It's hard to say.

In any case, Daryl smashes the bottle and tells her, "Ain't gonna have your first drink be no damn peach schnapps." Because that's a drink for GIRLS, not a REAL drink, geez. So now Daryl is on a mission to find her some manly booze, which is a real turnaround from when he SHAMED THE FUCK OUT OF BOB for nicking a bottle of booze during the medicine run.

Eventually, Daryl and BG stumble across a ramshackle home and moonshine distillery, which Daryl recognized from a million zombie-shuffles away, because his dad had one just like it. His dad also apparently had a ceramic brassiere (which is also an ashtray?) that he used to put on top of the TV for shooting practice. We're really getting a good feeling for why Merle was a garbage nightmare here.

Blah blah they drink the moonshine and play "I've Never," which becomes another exercise in HITTING US OVER THE HEAD WITH HOW DARYL WAS POOR AND HATES RICH PEOPLE IN CASE YOU HADN'T NOTICED. So subtle, this show.

Daryl is an angry drunk and pisses inside the shack and yells a lot. He drags BG outside and yells more and she yells back and they manage to have a whole fight until hug-time make-up yay-yay without any zombies showing up.

"Well, we are attracted to noise, but, little known fact, we're repelled by passive-aggressive bullshit."—President Ulysses T. Zombie.

That night, Daryl and BG have a heart-to-heart about changing and leaving your past behind, and not being too hard or too naive, or something. The dialogue is terrible even by The Walking Dead garbage dialogue standards, and, having watched this episode right after watching the latest episode of True Detective, where every word is as rich as a dipshit with a gold-plated car elevator, I was laughing real laughs of deep laughter at the juxtaposition.

While I was simultaneously crying fake tears on the inside about how now even Daryl has been reduced to nothing more than a petulant patriarch who needs a spanking.

In the final moments, BG suggests they burn down the shack, i.e. the SYMBOL OF DARYL'S DARK PAST. In case you missed that Important Symbolism. So they do. Using the booze, i.e. the SYMBOL OF BG'S NAIVE PAST. In case you missed that Important Symbolism. And then they flip off the shack while it burns. Ha ha sure.

Next week: Maggie, Sasha, and Bob!

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