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Amanda I want to ask you here: Do you know a single thing about this case other than what the loving daughter of a defendant vaguely says? Do you have any kind of clue or idea what occurred here https://twitter.com/AmandaMarcotte/status/1264997882781995013
You might know and not care or more likely you just don’t care about anything but the words: NEW YORKER STAFF WRITER. Just like the sight of naked flesh causes certain veins to restrict or the scent of burning flesh causes the stomach to flip over on itself. It’s natural
You see the contours of Jia’s explanation—well written, the precise amount of stated embarrassment, the purposeful distancing from self-pity—and you grow tumescent. Your soul grows hard in a penile way. I say that specifically because your comment is a thrust—
—you thrust yourself into the air around her. You want to be a big building in her skyline. You want to erupt from the earth and be a tree in her landscape. I get that. I want to be part of something too, sometimes I thrust too, sometimes I try to plant myself in the earth
But I think you should look up what really happened here. I think maybe you should pray to god for understanding or even read the snippets of court documents or maybe just stay silent. That’s what I’d do. I wouldn’t shoot myself into the air like a satellite & beam on down
These people are mystified why we hate them but they don’t understand—we see how rigid you become. We are forced to live at least part way in the world of your imagination.
So when you imagine yourself a terra-cotta Warrior or a bunker on the coast or a pillar in a building we see that too. We see the ocean of concrete blocks, all you standing hard + upright and we imagine, or wish, we were looking at graves
