Kind of? Classism more. Lots of the non-canon Dead Sea scrolls are very much class foibles. At the time women were a class though, and it’s reflected in those stories alongside it.

I got so mad about the ways this is wrong and then realized I was about to type like a kind of angry evangelist for a religious-philosophic tradition I only middlingly like.

Navigating with goggles and shaking hands to make lemon bars. Delivered to my boss the way a scheming vizier does.

In what way? Best I can articulate it’s the disconnection from daily life. Feels like there’s no friction in the fantasies, no sense frigidity or isolation.

I like to imagine limes as dangerous to her. Like playing with a loaded gun.

as long as the future includes finance documentarian work I’ll be fine.

I’m employed full time and in school for my accounting degree, considering Maoism during summer.