I’m reading “Shrill” by Lindy West and she says some really great stuff about stand-up and censorship. Everyone censors themselves, all the time. Don’t punch the baby duck.
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I cite her all the time-- like the thing about feminism being the realization that everything you love hates you.
Dang this is good
But what if, situationally, it's funny to murder a baby duck with your fist? No one ever asks that question, I notice.