I went to Anna Akana's stand-up comedy last night - her run spun off the topic of mental health, particularly suicide - her sister's. I felt it glorified it just a little, which was disturbing, but that was the reaction she was going for. It was funny but weird? But it definitely triggered my relations to suicide...
One of my childhood memories of my grandmother was actually a potent smell coming from the bathroom, oddly placed in the kitchen of our four-plex in Frogtown - one of the poorer neighborhoods of Saint Paul in the 90s. I think I might've threw up from the bitter stench. My grandmother was perming her hair. It turned out amazing - I really have no idea how she did it...since it came from a box. Her hair was black, fluffy, and thick. She looked like she belonged in a 80s workout video - actually like the guy with the frizzy hair who leads the workout - you know who I mean?
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