Oh Darling Ones,

My heart is shaky with rage. I am incandescent with fury. Bill Cosby raped, assaulted, or molested sixty women and has walked free on a technicality. I don’t know what angers me more, how much this country hate women or how there is no actual justice in the American legal system.

Every time something like this is in the news every woman you know is re-traumatized be the sexual assault/harassment/molestation she’s endured. All of them. Trust me, you don’t know a woman who has not been sexually mistreated by a man at least once in her life. She might not have mentioned it to you. Or she might not even recognized that it happened to her (it took me twenty years to reconcile what happened to me as sexual assault).

In happier news, yesterday Wendell and I welcomed Steven to the Sadness Garden.* Steven is a Majesty Palm I bought myself for my birthday, but ended up getting free due to several fuckups by the site I bought him from (for the record, all the fuckups were handled swiftly and gracefully by the company). So yay! Free birthday tree.

Not entirely sure where the name Steven came from, but as soon as I gazed upon his spiky-leaved wondrousness I was all, “Yep, that’s a Steven all right.”

In shocking news, I think I’ve reached my plant limit. Now that my heart finally has the bedroom tree it has desired for so long I feel kind of sated.

Don’t expect this feeling to last very long,
Jodi

 
*Other inhabitants of the Sadness Garden: Muriel, Cub, Hugh, Baby Huey, McNamara, Chandler, Duke, Benjamina, Peggy & Stan, Eleanor II and Eleanor III, Phil, ZZ Top, Unnamed Hoya, Beverly, Francine, Judy, Ponyboy Curtis, Travis, Trevour, Roger, Lawrence, Nancy, Janis, Joanie, Unnamed Lilac Twigs, Lucy, Julien, and Phoebe.