This book has small narrator syndrome.

Do paleo diets allow paper towels?

I imagined a social network based on caring and helpfulness, but then I realized, “oh, right… people.”

Replace every occurrence of “media” in the works of Marshall McLuhan with “gender,” and you’ve got THAT whole business solved.

We don’t need open letters. We need open rebellion.

Universal creaturely friendship is just the beginning.

We’re all addicted to the same thing. It’s called “wrong thinking.”

Your “identity” is your assignment to a group? Really? Is your identity that stupid?

thoughts on language: fuck you! i love you!

“Boot camp.” “War room.” Unreflective use of military language in work contexts is even more disgusting than that of sports language.