Y'ALL. THIS IS A MILESTONE. And while I am DELIGHTED, I am also still $7000 short of the minimum $10,000 I need to be able to have 5 books translated from Hebrew into English for my debut work of narrative nonfiction, The Girl Bandits of the Warsaw Ghetto, all about the action and resistance work of Jewish women so frequently excluded from Holocaust memory/fiction, their bravery, and their resistance. I have a Go Fund Me page set up to raise the minimum I need to have the most important of these sources translated: Help a Holocaust Historian Pay for Translators.
So many of you have generously donated to this campaign, my last campaign, and have supported me over the years, and I thank you SO much for that. Yet, with 120,000 of you right here, right now; if literally 1/6 of you you were give $1, you’d never have to see another post like this again. AND you’ll get your name in the acknowledgements section.
actual angel @nelkey611 informed me that Go Fund Me has a $5 donation minimum, which I was not aware of! So if you want to shoot me that $1, here’s my PayPal: paypal.me/erhyman. Just label it “for GoFundMe” or something, and I’ll transfer to the appropriate account.
Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
hate it when lame dudes in movies use inhalers and then…don’t by the end of the movie? like they’ve become not-lame and they have moved past the need for their inhaler. bro getting up the courage to kiss your girl best friend does not mean your asthma has been cured. wtf
if you guys thought you had a weird middle school experience my whole grade was convinced I was an actual literal werewolf for 3 years to the point where people were afraid of me so come 8th grade the popular girl had a huge Halloween party on her farm that everyone went to that just happened to coincide with the full moon so I staged a whole elaborate ‘transformation’ at the end of the night and scared the shit out of all of them. I don’t think I’ll ever top that
the prisoner of azkaban had just come out. we were a bunch of bored idiot kids in the boonies. everyone thought they could identify a werewolf and I just happened to have illnesses that often took me out of school around the time of the full moon every month. it didn’t help that I had been the ‘wolf kid’ since elementary. and I’m not saying I didn’t play into it when I found out the rumor — teen wolf (1985) was one of my favorite movies so of course I wanted to pretend I was living it.
but this went on for years. I had kids showing up behind my house on the full moon hoping to catch me changing. people were afraid to invite me to sleepovers. so when I finally got invited to a party, on that full moon no less, I went all out. I waited for the moon to rise. I hid a costume werewolf head and clawed gloves in the woods, snuck out there mid-party while 30-something kids were gathered around a bonfire, changed, ripped my clothes and started howling from the trees. some brave souls started to investigate and that’s when I started to chase them. pandemonium broke out. and oh, did I have the time of my life, because I hated most of these kids. revenge of the nerds, and all that. they’d teased me for years for things I couldn’t help like being sickly or having too much hair on my body.
I made my getaway with a friend at the end, and left the rest to wonder. most of them realized the prank and later laughed it off with me. but there was one kid who, senior year of high school, admitted I intimidated him because he still believed I was a werewolf. I put my arm around his shoulder, told him, “Between you and me, I am,” and gave him a wink. even after graduation, that guy looked at me like I would eat him alive.
I gotta say, there are worse things to be than a teenage werewolf
