opens box that reads “i wanna draw again”. inside lies a note. the note says, “mental illness and difficult circumstances have taken years of interest, accessibility, and skill away from me. i want to forgive myself for that. i want to heal my relationship to my hobbies. i want to feel connected to something that once made me feel good, but the cyclic discouragement is difficult to overcome.” i turn over the note. on the back it reads “wannta drawe sexy bodies awooga”
pandemic episode of malcolm in the middle: malcolm struggles to reconcile his commitment to quarantine safety measures with the fact that all the girls his age are so lonely and isolated that they’re suddenly willing to go on dates with HIM, of all people. reese discovers that egging neighbors’ houses still counts as a “socially-distanced” activity and has the time of his life. dewey does some mental calculus and realizes that he gets fewer wedgies per day from his brothers than he does from the school bully and decides he’ll keep these lockdowns in effect at all costs, so he starts calling in fake pandemic data to local health districts to bump the numbers up. lois gets in a physical altercation with a non-masker at the lucky aide and starts duct taping people’s mouths shut, which craig finds both alarming and oddly alluring. (craig then immediately gets infected from licking his hand to slick back his hair in a bid to impress her.) hal works from home but, after slacking off on the family computer all day, is driven to obsession by the thought of becoming the digital solitaire world champion.
Hal makes it to the finals of an online tournament and is moments away from winning the $100,000 prize but at the last second one of Reese’s wayward eggs causes a neighborhood wide power outage. The episode ends with Hal wailing with anguish in the pitch black house.
thirty thousand notes and this is the only good addition anyone has made. you understand malcolm in the middle.
You know what, even IF trans girls were universally better at sports than cis girls, they should still be allowed to play on their high school sports teams because the mental health and well-being of trans kids, the social support kids get from sports, and the societal benefit of basic inclusion and normalization of trans kids are more important than who wins a volleyball game or whatever
I didn’t realize that girls got a say, or universally agreed on, who got to be on their sports teams. I wish I’d known this when I was 12– I’d have voted out Molly, who violated my boundaries by being a bitch
