Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Are you sick of reading words?! I realize that the last few Filthy Dreams essays have been rather…ahem…lengthy. And just before the holidays! Surely, your eyes are too caked with that impossible-to-remove glitter from opening too many Christmas cards and your fingers are too red and sticky from … Continue reading
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TrumpaMania at Madison Square Garden Was an Absurd Spectacle, but Mostly It Was Really Fucking Boring
“Let her get her condiments! Let her get her condiments!” A voice belonging to a concessions worker piped up in my favor. Not sure who or where the worker was given all the focus I could muster was trained on a plastic basket of ketchup packets. I snatched one. Two. Three. I yanked my hand … Continue reading