so grateful to have grown up in this era. learning about different cultures and how they’re all beautiful and make the world a better, more interesting place to live. instead of the divisiveness & nationalism they’re pushing these days
I was an awkward kid, and the girls I went to sleepovers with helped me get over that. I learned how to just watch a romcom at 2am and talk about boys and also express my problems and fears and insecurities. Had my parents been safteyist weirdos panicking about some parents in suburban Massachusetts secretly being Jeffrey Epsteins, I would never have developed socially. PS: there was no pornography, no alcohol, no drugs, nothing. Just, wholesome fun that’s part of growing up and becoming a woman.
BREAKING: A letter from Alex Pretti’s Final Nursing Student:
“I was Alex Pretti’s final nursing student. He was my friend and my nursing mentor. For the past four months, I stood shoulder to shoulder with him during my capstone preceptorship at the Minneapolis VA Hospital. There he trained me to care for the sickest of the sick as an ICU nurse. He taught me how to care for arterial and central lines, the intricacies of managing multiple IVs filled with lifesaving solutions, and how to watch over every heartbeat, every breath, and every flicker of life, ready to act the moment they wavered. Techniques intended to heal.
Alex carried patience, compassion and calm as a steady light within him. Even at the very end, that light was there. I recognized his familiar stillness and signature calm composure shining through during those unbearable final moments captured on camera.
It does not surprise me that his final words were, “Are you okay?” Caring for people was at the core of who he was. He was incapable of causing harm. He lived a life of healing, and he lived it well.
Alex believed strongly in the Second Amendment and in the rights rooted in our Constitution and its amendments. He spoke out for justice and peace whenever he could, not only out of obligation, but out of a belief that we are more connected than divided, and that communication would bring us together.
I want his family to know his legacy lives on. I am a better nurse because of the wisdom and skills he instilled in me. I carry his light with me into every room, letting it guide and steady my hands as I heal and care for those in need.
Please honor my friend by standing up for peace, preferably with a cup of black coffee in hand and a couple of pieces of candy in your pocket, just as he would. He would remind you that caring for others is hard work, and we must do whatever it takes to get through the long shifts. Step outside with your dog, breathe in the world, hike or bike as he loved to do, and let yourself find peace in the quiet moments within nature. Stand up for justice and speak with those whose views differ from your own. Hold your beliefs with strength, but always extend love outward, even in the face of adversity.
Take one step, no matter how small, to help heal our world. Through these acts, carry his light forward in his name. Let his legacy continue to heal.”
I would offer that Alex Pretti putting his body—with his hands up—between a woman and the BP agent who had just violently shoved her into the snow, offer stark competing visions of manhood. Pretti, a nurse caring for veterans, who took a face full of pepper spray to shield that woman, is a much better masculine ideal that the masked coward shoving the woman and executing a man on his knees. MAGA may venerate the latter, but most people in a healthy society want the former.
Somewhere
buried in a clogged artery in the world's ugliest man, there is a tiny little clot struggling to break free
I believe in you, little clot
go, be free
Good morning to Melania Trump’s homeland of Slovenia and to this amazing magazine cover showing her husband with Hitler moustache made of crude oil. 🇸🇮🇪🇺
Slovenes cooked severely here.
Hamnet is every bit as powerful as everyone has said. Each choice is made with so much intention, artfully designed for maximum impact. One of the best movies I’ve seen this year.