dystopian politics 
It’s Not Left vs. Right — It’s Democracy vs. Dictatorship
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dystopian Gen X politics punk 
We Didn’t Grow Up on Punk Rock to Bow to Fascists
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dystopian politics 
Checkmate: On Kirk, MAGA, and the Wrong Side of History
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dystopian life politics 
Where Are the Superheroes When We Need Them?
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dystopian politics punk rants 
Smash The Patriarchy!
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dystopian politics rants 
Abortion: Take Back Our Power
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Industrial is Dystopian Goth Music
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The Dating Rat Race Part Deux – Social Experiment

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For part one, go to: The Dating Rat Race   Last week, on a whim, I decided to revise and reactivate my personal ad on POF (Plenty of Fish); I like to call it social experiment number two. It will be a short-lived social experiment this time around – I am giving it one week. My new and improved ad was almost immediately met with a barrage of the usual replies, in no particular order: Guys wanting to cheat Guys wanting to “hit it n’ quit it” – no strings, FWB, DTF Guys with no…

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Summer of Anarchy – 1988

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In the summer of 1988, I lived every day as if it were my last. It was my “Summer of Anarchy!” and I was a Punk Rock Girl!

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Frankenstein’s Monster: Change is Good

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Last fall, Post released the retro 1980’s boxes of Count Chocula, Boo Berry and Franken Berry cereals. I immediately recycled the memory of how the boxes looked, the joy I felt when I opened the bag and poured it into my cereal bowl and of course, that first mouth-watering bite.    Pure bliss.   A friend of mine bought me a box of Boo Berry after hearing me talk about it; it wasn’t the vintage box, but I got excited all the same. I couldn’t wait for the next morning to tear…

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