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Had a vivid dream of demigods or semidivine bureaucrats or something running people's lives with a game kind of like MadLibs. Thinking that sounds kind of convincing, actually.
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Pennies
So for some reason that I never asked about after I was grown, my parents did not want me to have Barbie dolls when I was a kid. There are so many good ideological reasons they might not have but it could also just have been the money. Anyway, my mother gave me an old doll that she had when she was a kid and told me she was called Penny. Penny had originally had clothes and maybe other things but no longer did and was, to my tiny advertising-addled mind, entirely unsatisfactory.
As an adult, I got curious about Penny and looked stuff up online and discovered that this was her.
So apparently, age-appropriate dolls did still provide opportunities to buy and buy and buy things and present a life that is about having things. But for some reason, Barbie, who now seems entirely inappropriate for little kids, took off, probably *because* of seeming so adult.
Eventually my parents were no match for the aggressive constant marketing and I begged and begged and my father's mother, naturally, bought me Barbies so I could get properly started with decades of body issues and consumerism and try to fit in with my friends and what I believed we were supposed to be. I didn't even really understand how the hell to play with dolls and they didn't interest me that much but I *had* them and eventually had a fair number. And I feel weirdly sad and guilty about rejecting Penny (although in fact I do still have her and all my childhood dolls).
Kind of obsessed with the tumblr Twitter account
Sunday morning I had a very detailed and vivid dream that I quit my job, essentially with no notice. I even remember the wording of the letter: "Please accept my resignation immediately". I don't remember what in my dream triggered it. But I spent all day today feeling really weird about working, because wtf am I doing? I quit! Why am I doing this? Also my days of the week are messed up and today could not be Monday and had to be at least Tuesday because clearly we've already had one work day already this week, when I quit. So confusing.
Being on tumblr is like being a raccoon. I dig through the garbage for shiny things I like. Sometimes I find good things to share with my friends. Sometimes I find something horrifying, and also share it with my friends.