Words matter. Let’s call a spade a spade.

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If you’ve clicked on this piece, you may feel that I plan to try to convince you to vote for Biden. I don’t. You may think that I want to pummel you with reasons to become pro-choice. But, no. I’m not interested in that either.

I’m not writing this to criticize you for your religion, or even to try to understand why you feel the way that you do.

I should say right up front — if you clicked into this article as a troll, hoping to cause a fight with me in my comments section, you’ll find yourself terribly disappointed. …

Her recent Instagram videos have sparked concerns about her mental health, and conspiracy theories about her conservatorship

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“This poor woman. I just hope she’s alright,” my friend said to me as she sent a link to Britney Spears’ latest Instagram video. In the video, Britney — excited about a floral arrangement she received — showed off the flowers. But then, the flowers were gone from the frame, the music began to play, and Britney walked in and out of the frame. Repeatedly.

“What… is she doing?” I asked my friend.

“I’m not sure, but she’s been posting things like this,” my friend responded. “Her fans are concerned about her mental well-being.”

I don’t follow Britney Spears on Instagram — though, upon reflection, I realized she’s been in the backdrop of my life for more than half of it. She burst onto the scene with her single “Hit Me Baby One More Time,” when I was in middle school — and I loved that song. …

Congratulations — you’ve correctly interpreted the meaning of my glaring eye-roll

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Last night, I watched an old episode of The X-Files.

This particular episode was pretty infamous when it aired — after it was shown, FOX never aired it again — and after watching it last night, I understand why. It was pretty gruesome.

I’m not going to do an entire recap — but in a nutshell, some children playing baseball find a dead baby buried in their makeshift baseball diamond. …


Maggie Lupin

eternal feminist | avid reader | bumbling writer | animal advocate | cupcake connoisseur | hopeful cynic | contact me at lupin.maggie@gmail.com

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