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fuck off, terfs, nothing on this blog is for you, and it never will be.
fuck off, terfs, nothing
on this blog is for you, and
it never will be.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
professors who have only interacted with other academics for years: “what do you MEAN you don’t know multi-variable calculus yet??”
professors with small kids: “thank you for not putting the lab equipment in your mouths when I turn my back”
Bringing this back to share that one time I slept through part of a zoom meeting with my PhD advisor (who has a toddler) and he told me it was fine, that just meant I was a good sleeper
Professors who work with graduate students: if you finish the multivariate calculus work this week you can put one (1) piece of lab equipment in your mouth
Once had a professor whose previous career was giving educational zoo tours to children, so he’d say stuff like, “now let’s meet our friend, acidic keratin!”
in high school I was in the child development class where we ran the preschool. Class ended and I moved onto the next class, an art class. Sit down next to my friend who was working on a serious piece and casually asked for my thoughts on it, looking for serious critique.
Preschool mode had not turned off so I looked at it, clapped my hands and said “WOW Really great work! Amazing!”, in that same kind of voice you’d say to a toddler who presented you with a random scribble on a piece of paper.
Friend loved the reaction at least lmao.
“Äiti itki. Isä lähti huoneesta. Vivian istui nurkassa ja kuunteli vaiti. Kissamme Minni hyppäsi vuoteelle ja käpertyi jalkojeni päälle ja kehräsi, sillä kehräämällä parannetaan sairaita.”
— Emmi Itäranta. Kuunpäivän kirjeet
“Mom cried. Dad left the room. Vivian sat in the corner and listened quietly. Our cat Minni jumped on the bed and curled up on my legs and purred, for through purring the sick are healed.”
— Emmi Itäranta. The Moonday Letters. Quote tranlated by me (unofficial)
So I was thinking about epithets yesterday and how when they’re used well they really add to the work and when they’re used poorly it feels like the author has thrown a cinderblock in front of you while you’re moving at a brisk walk, and then I got floostered (flu vaxx and covid booster) and managed to edit this ugly but hopefully helpful flowchart together through my flooster fever.
The question I always come back to is, “How would I, as the viewpoint character, think about this other character?” I think about my wife by her name or her relationship to me. I don’t think of her as “the blue-haired woman,” or “the taller woman.”
This obviously doesn’t cover every single permutation of epithet use out there in the would, but if I can help one person avoid writing, “Scarlett walked into the kitchen, hungry and annoyed about it. The redheaded woman found she had no snacks and grumbled,” it’ll be worth it.
(This is not a callout post for anyone in particular. It’s just intended as general writing advice, because I had to figure out a lot of this shit for myself when I first started telling stories!)












