Category Archives: Satire

#BoycottInstagram? Instagram Lives On

I love social media as much as a Millennial. I love taking photos as much as the next Asian tourist. Where, oh where, could I got to combine these peanut butter and chocolate loves.

Wow, I think this may be the most unintentionally racist blog post ever. Chocolate love? Really? I’m ashamed (but not ashamed enough to hit the delete button).

But my combined love of social and photo found a home in the glorious Instagram, which was better than Facebook and Twitter, because it wasn’t drowned in all those pesky words.

But today, Instagram notified the world that our pictures are theirs and they can sell them without notification, attribution, or payment to the photographer.

Now many people have gone to Twitter and complained with the hashtag #boycottinstagram

But why waste the time? You know you’ll share your photos. Your friends will want to see what you’re up to and you want to see what they’re up to.

I can admit this to myself. So I took a deep breath and started using Instagram again at lunch.

Like my photo? (Or see it here:

Today Instagram announced that they own all the photos on their platform and can sell them at their discretion.

Today Instagram announced that they own all the photos on their platform and can sell them at their discretion.


Update: Instagram has clarified their terms of service and it is not outside of regular acceptable standard:


Mister Burns and the Fiscal Cliff

I fell out of love with the Simpsons awhile back. Now it’s more like that friendship where you continue to hangout because you’ve known one another for so long; but the only pleasure you get is reminiscing about the good old days. I call these days Seasons 1-3. Somewhere along the line, they went from satire and heart to “The More You Know” PSAs and cuddles.

So imagine my surprise to catch the Mister Burns shorts that are out there. They’re a throwback to the days of social commentary that the Simpsons would inject into their episodes.

I suspect that the watered-down feel of the Simpsons has to do with the long production time for an episode. It’s difficult to make an episode that comments on the fiscal cliff, when it won’t air for another 15 months. These shorts seem to support this feeling.

But without further ado, Mister Burns presents the fiscal cliff.

Laughing Is Important in a Relationship

I showed the boyfriend this comic from Lance + Jeff, and pointed out Jeff and I must be dating the same guy.

The boyfriend did not laugh. Instead, he threw the laptop at me.

I win!

And that’s all that matters in a relationship.

(PS – The boyfriend would never throw a laptop at me. I want to make that perfectly clear. Because one day he may read this post and then throw a laptop at me for making him look like an abuser. I like my laptop too much for that.)

A Response to a Response to a Response to a Post


I read your recent post, A Catholic response to May your God protect you, detailing a response to another one of your posts. In the response, the other writer pointed out that instead of providing a robust character description, your character was a one dimensional depiction of hatred.

I haven’t read the referred to post, so I can’t comment on this reader’s review, but he has pointed out a flaw with your writing that I also noticed. You speak in broad strokes without consideration of both the nuances and impact of your words.

In your recent post, you used the word “coffee” repeatedly, as if such a broad, and flat, description could encompass all coffees.

In my experience, there are many types of coffee, both good and bad. Some are dark, others light; do you think it’s fair to lump the two into the same category? Perhaps you weren’t aware, but light roasts traditionally have a higher caffeine content, if I were to drink “coffee” as you described, I could end up with a serious case of the jitters, fifty percent of the time.

But if jitters were the worst result of your post, I wouldn’t have said anything.

Coffee, as you may have heard, is a crop produced by many countries around the world. You may have seen descriptors such as: Colombian, Ethiopian, or Kenya Blend. These aren’t simply fun names, like those given to nail polishes; these names refer to the countries that produce the beans that make our coffee. Many of these counties depend on the money from these exports to feed their poor and deliver their mail.

By acting as if all coffee is the same, you’re ignoring the differences between these countries. Did you know that the national sport of Colombia is speed-snorting cocaine? Or that Ethiopians are naturally anorexic? I couldn’t find anything on Wikipedia about the nation Kenya Blend, but I’m sure they have a rich and interesting culture as well.

I will petition the U.N. on your behalf, with the hope that they can forgive this post and not issue sanctions against you.


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