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Essay: The Town Crier
The Town Crier is a satirical newsletter delivered to over 1 trillion subscribers (or at least thatβs what it says). This weekβs newsletter has some interesting stories, including a Kylie Jenner quote about cows and a joke about Spirit Airlines.
I like this newsletter, because itβs different than every other βnewsβ-newsletter and a little bit more accessible than an Onion article.
Media: The biography of Mary Moody Emerson
Mary was the aunt of Ralph Waldo Emerson and she was even more eccentric and bold than her nephew.
Ralph called her, βthe best writer in Massachusettsβ
She was known for her great physical energy, bursting in and out of rooms like a banshee despite her 4β3 stature
Her obituary in the Boston Commonwealth said she had "the power of saying more disagreeable things in half an hour than any person living."
She slept in a bed shaped like a coffin
She lived her entire life in destitution, which she did not seem to mind, and she often wrote about the advantages of poverty
I leave you with a phrase she always said to Ralph and his brothers, βAlways do what you are afraid to do."
Quote:
βSociety is like a corpse that purges at the mouthβ
(And I thought I was an underground man)
Mary Moody Emerson
Experience: Childhood trauma
One of my best friend's dads had a similar upbringing to Sean Strickland. Abusive step father, absent, drug abusing mother. He first smoked weed at 10 years old and started using hard core drugs before becoming a teenager. Iβm shocked he survived.
One day in his 20s, he was cut off in traffic and flipped the dude off. The dude he flipped off got mad and got out of his car to fight challenge my friendsβ dad to a fight. Bad idea.
My friend's dad looked at his friends in the backseat and said, "Watch this." He got out of the car, walked up to the guy, and gave him the filthiest right hook of his life. Knocked him out cold. He and his friends drove off laughing.
The next day, the LAPD showed up at his house with a murder warrant. He killed him. So yeah, Sean is probably right.
Bonus:
At one point in my life, I was one of these frat boys. However, I never dressed like any of these losers, in fairness to myself.