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Always

Amanda Sebring

What’s wrong, you ask? Oh, nothing. Just that I put myself and my big dumb bleeding heart on the line again only to have it soundly beaten into the ground for the second- No, * third * time this year. Twice by my husband, and now this.

So I’m back in recovery mode. I refuse to demonize him ( haha, insiders). He is nothing more than a victim of Stockholm syndrome. Is it pathetic, that he returned to a soul-crushing life? Yes. But he will never be my enemy. I will always have love for him, I will always want the best for him. And he will always know how to find me.

I have to take the time to contemplate the purpose of his presence in my life and come to some sense of peace with what I have learned from this. Try not to miss him. Try to…

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I’m Not Going to Be Nice About this Shit

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DI7cLqfWsAAHuguNB:  While I’m happy to have discussions in my comments section, I’ve already deleted several comments that repeat Russian bot talking points and slurs that have long been discredited.  I’ll delete any others that appear.  There’s actual research about who voted for Clinton in the primaries and the general, what words she used most in her speeches, what policies she advocated, etc.  Your irrational hatred for Hillary Clinton simply demonstrates your unconscious sexism.  Please take it elsewhere.  Thanks in advance.

Hillary Clinton’s book, What Happened? is due to be released September 12th, but some passages have already leaked.  One, in particular, has gotten a lot of press.  You can read it above.  Headlines such as “Clinton Blasts Sanders” make it sound as if she says terrible things about him.  Of course, any time a woman says anything less than adulatory about a man, she’s being a shrew and a bitch, she’s castrating him, she’s “blasting” him…

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How Hitler Brainwashed Germany

When You Put It That Way

I really hope the FBI isn’t monitoring my computer. Since I started reading Erik Larson’s book In the Garden of Beasts I’ve probably spent as much time looking up old Nazi pictures as I have on Facebook. Throughout the book, which came out in paperback last month,Larson fills in readers on what their middle school teachers didn’t mention about World War II. He takes readers behind the scenes from the point of view of William E. Dodd, the American ambassador to Germany, and his family in Berlin during Hitler’s rise to power. Instead of a boring novel those teachers might’ve assigned, In the Garden of Beasts is a tense web of ego, espionage and, most interestingly, brainwashing.

Always a bit of a history nerd, I used to wonder how one guy was able to sway an entire country into such a radical, lethal train of thought. For the life…

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Mike, don’t listen to Bill Nye about philosophy

Footnotes to Plato

Bill NyeOver the last several years we have seen a depressing list of prominent scientists or science popularizers (interestingly, almost exclusively physicists) who have made very public statements about the uselessness of philosophy, while clearly not knowing what on earth they are talking about.

(Here are some examples: Neil DeGrasse Tyson, Lawrence Krauss, Lawrence Krauss again, Stephen Hawking, Steven Weinberg.)

Now Bill Nye has, very unfortunately, joined what can only be characterized as a peculiar anti-intellectual fray. (And no, contra popular opinion, one can be an intellectual and yet behave in an anti-intellectual fashion in certain domains.)

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The House Where You Live Forever

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Amelia Schonbek | Longreads and The Awl | August 2016 | 28 minutes (7,065 words)

This story was co-published with The Awl and funded by Longreads Members.

On a bright afternoon in October 2013, Madeline Gins walked into the office of her architecture practice, in an unrestored loft building on the edge of SoHo, slightly out of breath. Before she arrived, the space—a large open room occupying the fourth floor of the building—had been so still that it was almost possible to forget about the two architects staring into computer screens near the back windows. Gins entered, and the atmosphere began to buzz.

“Is Joke here?” she called out, referring to her project manager — a Dutch architect named Johanna Post — by her nickname (pronounced yo-ka). Post had stepped out, but another colleague informed Gins that she would return before their next meeting. Gins exhaled and nodded. She and the small staff…

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