Liz Z Pardue
lizzpardue.bsky.social
Liz Z Pardue
@lizzpardue.bsky.social
Storyteller, director, historian, sage, abject delight.
If you’ve ever called your old friend by a new surname when she married some awful person you knew she’d divorce, you’re not allowed to say, “i’M nOt cALLiNg A tRaNs pErSoN bY ThEiR nEw NaMe BeCaUsE iT’s A mEnTaL iLLnEsS”
March 31, 2025 at 10:47 PM
Look, there’re valid reasons to be critical of RFK Jr, but if we could stop persecuting his belief in psychedelics (especially ketamine) when they’re saving the lives of hundreds of thousands of mentally ill folks like me and letting us have a functional life for the first time ever, that’d be cool.
March 3, 2025 at 4:14 PM
Nobody whom you hope to persuade with your differing opinion is reading your wall-of-text posts, just FYI.
March 1, 2025 at 11:12 PM
Bad news for all you post-breakup gals wasting energy telling your exes they’ll never find anyone as smart, beautiful, caring, & funny as you. Yes they absolutely will. Wonderful women are literally everywhere.
March 1, 2025 at 11:11 PM
Don’t let anyone tell you to swallow your feminine rage, gals. It’s better to be pissed off than pissed on. Better to be a cunt than a pussy. Etc.
February 26, 2025 at 5:19 PM
Hey, you know the best way to show folks you don’t care about something? You just don’t say anything about it. No hot takes about how little you care - just dead air. Apathy is silent, y’all. Hope this helps!
February 12, 2025 at 4:19 PM
Cheesecake Factory? Fine. Okay.
Peach Cobbler Factory? ABSOLUTELY not. Cobbler must be made using no measurements and pounds of butter in a kitchen that constantly has greens simmering on the stove by an overweight gal who’ll call me “darlin’”
February 6, 2025 at 5:33 PM
A reminder that the sentiment “No uterus, no opinion on women’s bodies” completely negates both trans ladies and gals like me who had a total hysterectomy for health reasons. Rhetoric matters, y’all.
February 6, 2025 at 4:26 PM
If it was me, I’d just be so embarrassed to constantly brag about going to the same book club every Sunday morning for your whole life and loving the dude who talks with the red words and then also consistently acting in ways that show you aren’t actually reading it.
February 5, 2025 at 3:33 PM
“You’re so funny”
Sorry; I can’t say thanks or accept the compliment because I was taught that being too smart and funny and pretty at once made me a target for dangerous insecure folks.
February 4, 2025 at 1:34 AM