Chapin City Blues

Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.

The day I picked up Zoë Quinn’s Crash Override: How GamerGate (Nearly) Destroyed My Life, and How We Can Win the Fight Against Online Hate, something happened on the internet. A professional kick boxer (who I will not name), said some disparaging remarks about depression. It resulted in backlash, but he didn’t back down. Doubling down …

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I’ve got too many questions in my mind I’ve got too many answers to find Can I give up all I’ve imagined? Am I imagical enough for this to happen? Because I like you, I like you, I like you And like can lead to like like and like like can lead to love As …

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Let me tell you something about my mother. She has intuition. She successfully predicted the sex of all three of her kids – all boys. She successfully predicted the sex of all six of her grandchildren – we’re still on the fence whether she really predicted the first. So when I announced that Jyg was pregnant …

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Charles Simic wrote about the absurdities of society in The World Doesn’t End. I wonder what he would think about the world now. When one of the greatest powers in human history has decided that pizza is now a vegetable. In which we help the rich and tax the poor. In which we ship our …

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  Someone on the Internet doesn’t like me. This wouldn’t be the first time someone on the Internet doesn’t like me. I’m not the most likable person on this planet, but I always thought my charisma bought me some points. The rest of my “charm” is on charisma credit, which I’ll have to pay at …

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    First dream: I don’t know if I’m a reporter or a detective, but I’m working a case, investigating a missing children boom. I think  it stemmed from my Twitter rants about the Westboro Baptists protesting that nine-year-old girl’s funeral. It was grainy, my dreams usually are – which only proves I watch way …

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