Today in quality purchases.
Tis the season to be horrifying.
— The Chatham School Affair by Thomas H. Cook is just a real mood lifter this week goddamn.
— The Chatham School Affair by Thomas H. Cook is getting real y’all.
More like, what’s downward, right?
Before I was born, and before he started his twenty-year career as a high school English teacher, my father drove a taxi.
He only had one story from that time in his life. He had just married my mother and had longish hair and wore dark sunglasses. He looked like every picture you’ve ever seen of your parents in the 70s: big pinpoint collars, khaki pants, that sort of thing. Anyway, one shift an older woman got into his cab and as they pulled away she said something along the lines of “you kids today wear sunglasses all the time, and I know why: it’s because you’re all high on drugs.”
Cool as can be, he turned around to the woman and said “Lady, I wear these glasses because I’m blind.”
She immediately apologized for her insensitivity.
Anyway, he quit that gig and got a job as a teacher and joined a union and had a pension and retired on disability, all paid for by a deal negotiated between Fairfax County government and the teachers’ union. Now a company that has an app you like is celebrating how educators can become independent contractors, without representation, because society is tired of paying its educators enough to live on teaching alone. This makes me sick.
Well, if it’s in a book it must be true.
12 year old me is hoping for some stupid pet tricks and/or nobody notices that I’m still awake.