Sunday, May 11, 2025

Economics 100: Inequality

Today’s hundred-word seminar is about how to create income inequality. First, cut taxes, and make sure the rich get 90% of the benefit. Season with gaslight: tell the Base it’ll eventually trickle down to them; and besides, tariffs will replace taxes, and it’s foreigners who pay tariffs, so we don’t even need taxes. Next, demolish the government. DOGE it down. Cut meddlesome bureaucrats, scientists, programs. Cut education funding and delete all statistics. (You don’t want people analyzing what’s happening for themselves.) Finally, let oligarchs take over the government functions you’ve cut, and let them charge your citizen-suckers for them. $QED$.

Inspired by Economics 100, the first installment of my 3-part drabble degree program, and by corruption and grifters everywhere. Image by Stationjack.

Wednesday, May 7, 2025

Acid Reflux and a Cracked Tooth

“Ah, yes, bottom left molar. We’ll freeze the area, then we’ll take an x-ray.” She wasn’t sure whether her dentist’s soft-spoken running commentary was meant for her or him, but she found it soothing. She had been afraid with her mouth stuck open wide that she’d choke on the stomach acid in her throat. But her reflux had subsided under his calm voice. Next time at dinner when tensions flare and she tastes acid, she’ll remember that voice, and perhaps she won’t bite down so hard and crack a bit of tooth off and almost choke on the ragged shard.

Inspired by Here I Go Again and a recent trip to the dentist (though the “tensions” at the dinner table are entirely fictitious). Image by Shutterstock.

Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Here I Go Again

Paul was her first real boyfriend. Desperate to be in love, he happened to come along at the right place and time, a drunken house-party. They were complete opposites. He was a rocker and she a preppy. She slowly acclimatized and even started to like hanging out in the McDonald’s parking lot blaring Whitesnake from the Camaro. She retired Ralph Lauren for a white leather fringe jacket. She had hoped he was an artist in-the-making but when on her birthday, he wrote her a card that read “Happy Birthday Angle” her spelling elitism got the better of her and it ended.

Inspired by Doxymoron. Illustration by Roberto Atzeni.

Saturday, April 26, 2025

From a Letter to Ray in Japan

The last time you wrote, you were about to move into your own place, and you asked me for any tips I might have about bachelorhood. I have none. But I would be interested in hearing about anything you’ve discovered. If you have nothing particularly interesting to share, then tell me something about Japan, since my knowledge is essentially limited to what I’ve learned from Ian Fleming’s books and Saturday morning cartoons.
     I also read somewhere that the Japanese find pubic hair particularly offensive, so I shan’t enclose any with this letter in case it is opened by the authorities.
Inspired by Doxymoron. Excerpted from a letter dated August 24, 1986. Image by the author with assistance from Google Translate, Image Creator, and a font by Norio Kanisawa.

Tuesday, April 22, 2025

Doxymoron

Shit that I was, I read his love poem to my girlfriends. His suffering filled an entire sheet of lined note paper that he’d ripped from a three-ringed binder. Except for the odd school-neutered valentine, no one had ever written me anything romantic, and really, unless you counted that time in grade four when I made Jim Moran cry, I’d never been considered a dangerous female, worthy of 26 lines of angsty heartbreak. So I thought the work rewarmed and performative and treated it accordingly. In the fullness of time, I learned that he became a writer. A poet, even.

Inspired by Letters from my Mom’s Boyfriends. Image from Pinterest, with additions.


Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Economics 100

Being an economist is like being an undertaker or proctologist—watch how people avoid you at parties. No one wants to join a spirited discussion about Pareto optimality or the marginal propensity to consume. Father Guido Sarducci once proposed a “Five-Minute University," where students would learn everything they’d remember five years after graduating from a real university. His economics curriculum consisted of three words: Supply and Demand. Really, though, people need more than that to understand economics. I propose a lengthier, in-depth, hundred-word crash course for the MAGA base—crash being the operative word. Imma try with my next post.

Inspired by deluded applications of the dismal science. Part 2 of the program, focused on inequality, is here. Image courtesy of Paramount Pictures.

Friday, April 11, 2025

Letters from my Mom’s Boyfriends

I read her love letters from pathetic Arthur asking her about wardrobe advice, not understanding he would always be too embarrassingly unhip for Mom no matter how impressive his single-engine Cessna. I read the short, Franglais letters from Denis when he took that construction job in Algeria—erotic longing seeping through the thin airmail paper. I saw these men only as temporary extensions of Mom. They came and went as others had and were therefore not worth me getting to know. But they were important to Mom and through their words on these pages I glimpse her restless, lonely soul.

Inspired by . . . nothing, I just wanted to change the topic. Image by LambArtist.

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