The Daily Narcissist

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seriouslybadasswomen:

Meet Molly Cantrell-KraigMolly is a woman with drive. Possessing an innate sense of purpose and a pragmatic, solution-based approach to empowering people, she fused these two traits in order to establish Women With Drive Foundation. Based upon its founder’s personal history, Women With Drive Foundation is a means through which Cantrell-Kraig may effect change on both a micro and macro level. By providing women with something as essential as personal transportation in order to transition them from poverty to prosperity, she, through Women With Drive Foundation, seeks to empower women to help them help themselves. Through this action, the individual applicant benefits, as does society as a whole. Q+AWhat do you suck at? Logistics. I rely heavily on my bean count-y friends who realize and understand the implementation component of my “castles in the air” propensity. It is they who help me to implement effectively. Without their strategic and implacable prodding, I wouldn’t be nearly as effective.Favorite word? Reciprocity. I love the actual sound it makes as it rolls off the tongue, but I also love the thought behind it. We are dynamic creatures, designed to work best in tandem or within synchronous orbits. When we find someone who complements us, we’re unstoppable.Who helped get you here? The list of those people would be immense. Truly. There are literally hundreds of people who interacted with my journey and who have helped me to refine and define my passion, purpose and the manifestation of what’s currently visible in my life. To name a few: the women of Ms. Tech; Liz Strauss (and by extension, the community of SOBCon); Melissa Pierce in particular helped me to directly get to Chicago; my three daughters (who I identified during a conference as my first ‘stakeholders’). What don’t people know about you? I’m actually very aloof and intensely private. What do you think about when you are alone? Honestly? That the world IS a stage and that we are merely players. Sometimes, I think that this whole production is a collective character study, writ large and that we are each here to learn from (and love) each other. Then, when I get too serious for my own good, I binge watch something on Netflix and have a glass of wine. Want more? Follow Molly on twitter as @mckra1g or @WWDr1ve (Women With Drive) or like them on facebook.

seriouslybadasswomen:

Meet Molly Cantrell-Kraig

Molly is a woman with drive. Possessing an innate sense of purpose and a pragmatic, solution-based approach to empowering people, she fused these two traits in order to establish Women With Drive Foundation. Based upon its founder’s personal history, Women With Drive Foundation is a means through which Cantrell-Kraig may effect change on both a micro and macro level. By providing women with something as essential as personal transportation in order to transition them from poverty to prosperity, she, through Women With Drive Foundation, seeks to empower women to help them help themselves. Through this action, the individual applicant benefits, as does society as a whole.

Q+A

What do you suck at? Logistics. I rely heavily on my bean count-y friends who realize and understand the implementation component of my “castles in the air” propensity. It is they who help me to implement effectively. Without their strategic and implacable prodding, I wouldn’t be nearly as effective.

Favorite word? Reciprocity. I love the actual sound it makes as it rolls off the tongue, but I also love the thought behind it. We are dynamic creatures, designed to work best in tandem or within synchronous orbits. When we find someone who complements us, we’re unstoppable.

Who helped get you here? The list of those people would be immense. Truly. There are literally hundreds of people who interacted with my journey and who have helped me to refine and define my passion, purpose and the manifestation of what’s currently visible in my life. To name a few: the women of Ms. Tech; Liz Strauss (and by extension, the community of SOBCon); Melissa Pierce in particular helped me to directly get to Chicago; my three daughters (who I identified during a conference as my first ‘stakeholders’).

What don’t people know about you? I’m actually very aloof and intensely private.

What do you think about when you are alone? Honestly? That the world IS a stage and that we are merely players. Sometimes, I think that this whole production is a collective character study, writ large and that we are each here to learn from (and love) each other. Then, when I get too serious for my own good, I binge watch something on Netflix and have a glass of wine.

Want more? Follow Molly on twitter as @mckra1g or @WWDr1ve (Women With Drive) or like them on facebook.

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tix4cause:

Women With Drive Foundation does not provide a ‘handout;’ nor is it an entitlement program. This short-term intervention identifies stalled women with drive and provides a needed jump-start to liberate them and their children from dependence on welfare. We provide access to a car…she provides the drive The number one reason welfare to work programs fail is lack of reliable transportation. 
To fill this need, Women With Drive Foundation provides a car to women in transition in exchange for their participation in programs that identifies and addresses her particular barriers to independence, helping her to achieve self sufficiency. This systemic approach targets the root cause of dependence for women, enabling them to not only elevate their own productivity, but it also provides an example to their families. Having this level of independence has a positive effect on their income, the economic vitality of their communities and the lives they touch. 
According to the University of Michigan’s Center for the Education of Women, women comprise the bulk of those in poverty: 56% of Americans over 18 who live in poverty are women. Further, according to UM’s National Center on Poverty, “Poverty rates are highest for families headed by single women, particularly if they are black or Hispanic. In 2004, 28.4 percent of households headed by single women were poor, while 13.5 percent of households headed by single men and 5.5 percent of married-couple households lived in poverty.” (Source: Center for the Education of Women). Further, in establishing the link between [lack of] transportation and poverty, the Surface Transportation Policy Project cites numerous factors suggesting that inadequate transportation hinders welfare recipients’ ability to seek (and keep) employment.
The Women With Drive Foundation is part of a contest right now called the KIND Project and being eligible for the KIND Project will enable us to establish our foundation in Chicago. The gift will provide money to acquire and award a car to a woman for the period of two years, during which time, she will work with other agencies (both public and private) to build her skill set with a goal of self sufficiency.
Please help with voting and sharing this link http://projects.kindsnacks.com/project/jump-starting-a-womans-life/ and voting goes through November 30th. NOTE: we have had many tell us that the voting does not seem to “take,” and so we ask that people keep trying.

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It is my comic fate to be the writer these traducers have decided I am not. They practice a rather commonplace form of social control: You are not what you think you are. You are what we think you are. You are what we choose for you to be. Well, welcome to the subjective human race. The imposition of a cause’s idea of reality on the writer’s idea of reality can only mistakenly be called “reading.” … Yet every writer learns over a lifetime to be tolerant of the stupid inferences that are drawn from literature and the fantasies implausibly imposed upon it. As for the kind of writer I am? I am who I don’t pretend to be.

A conversation with Philip Roth.

Though my seven years of doing what I do have nothing on Roth’s nearly seventy, I too intuited the same tyranny of traducers’ attempts at “social control” when I reflected on the learnings of the past seven years

When people try to tell you who you are, don’t believe them. You are the only custodian of your own integrity, and the assumptions made by those that misunderstand who you are and what you stand for reveal a great deal about them and absolutely nothing about you.

(via explore-blog)

(Source: explore-blog)

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gobutpleasestay asked: Are you really Neil Gaiman? I am feeling very suspicious.

neil-gaiman:

Ah, you’ve caught me. I am an international consortium of playboys, who have banded together to fight crime anonymously. “Neil Gaiman” is merely an identity we use when necessary to gain entry to underground lairs and casinos.

I needed this laugh. Thank you Neil Gaiman. You are on my short list of ‘Celebrities I’ll Probably Never Meet, But Would Willingly Purchase a Beer For.”

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whiskyjack asked: Sorry to put this on you but I have an honest question about depression an suicide. Isn't it completely possible for it to be a alternative for someone. Can't there be someone out there who genuinely is tired and doesn't want to continue. I know there is beauty and wonderful things in this world. There are things to look forward to. There will be more pain but also more laughter. But what if I'm not interested?

mattfractionblog:

well… well first off, i’d say, seek professional help immediately. because i am wildly unqualified to answer your question with anything but experience. and first off, my experience says, if you are in such a deep and dark place where you say things like this to total strangers on the internet, you need to be in contact with someone that can help you start to heal.

second, i’d say… you’re wrong. i’d say the things any of us don’t know, especially about tomorrow, could blanket every grain of sand on every beach of the world with bullshit. And to simply assume you are done tomorrow because you are done today is a mistake. a factual mistake, an error, a critical miscalculation.

i’d say, read Tad Friend’s piece JUMPERS in which he seeks and finds and talks to people that jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge — and lived. And they all say the same variations this: “I instantly realized that everything in my life that I’d thought was unfixable was totally fixable—except for having just jumped.” 

And know that this piece has kept me in my seat on more than a couple dark nights.

And i’d say — i’d say i felt that way before too, and i was wrong.

And then i’d tell you something i don’t even think my wife knows. this happend years before we met — shit, more than a decade — and it’s not   the first time i came close to suicide was on a thanksgiving night. i’d eaten well and then as the house shut down i went into the bathroom, drew a bath as hot as i could manage to stand, and climbed into the tub with a razor  blade.

As i started to cut, as the corner touched my skin and that jolt of pain fired into my head, i stopped and thought — y’know, last chance. Are you SURE?

And i was tired. I sounded like you, that i knew there’d be ups again and downs but i was just so fucking TIRED i couldn’t stand the thought of having to get there. I felt this… this never-ending crush of days that were grey and tepid but for some reason i was supposed to greet each one with a smile. the constant pressure of having to keep my shit in all the time was just exhausting.

I wondered, then — well, is there anything you’re curious about. Anything you want to see play out. And i thought of a comic i was reading and i’d not figured out the end of the current storyline. And i realized I had curiosity. And that was the hook i’d hang my hat on. that by wanting to see how something played out I wasn’t really ready. That little sprout of a thing poking up through all that black earth kept me around a little longer.

I realized then that it had been so long since i’d laughed. I was numbed out and shut down and just… i missed laughing. maybe if i laughed a little i could get moving again. so i’d wait for my comic to conclude, try to find a few laughs, and then reevaluate.

So I’m in the bathtub and i got this real sharp-ass razor, right? And i look down and there’s all my bits floating in the water like they do and i thought okay, let’s get funny and i got to work.

I shaved off exactly half my pubic hair vertically. The end result was a ‘fro of pubes that looked like a Chia Pet that only half-worked. I started to laugh as I did it. And every time i’d piss, looking down made me laugh. 

Because JESUS what a nightmare.

Shortly thereafter I got very heavily into Chuck Jones and Tex Avery. Way less chafing and way more funny.

jesus. i was still in high school at the time. dig if you will a picture of the chubby weirdo that was always giggling at his dick in the bathroom. that was me.

And then I guess I’d tell you about Dave, who did the same thing as me a few years later, only DIDN’T have my hilarious Chia Dick strategy in mind and got the razor in and up. And as he started to bleed out “Brown Eyed Girl” came on the radio and he realized he’d never get to hear that again so, in a bloody comedy of errors — I swear to god this is true — he got out of the tub, tried to get dressed the best he could, went downstairs calling for help only to find his family gone, went out to his car, and drove to doug’s house only to find doug not home and so, then, finally, he blacked out from blood loss sitting there in his car, playing a van morrison CD on repeat, until, by luck, Doug’s mom came home and found him. 

Fucking Van Morrison, y’know?

A song, a comic, something dumb, something small. From that seed can come everything else, I swear to god.

I guess last I’d say… I’d say that, look — if you reached out to me for an answer, than I have to reach back out to you and insist you hear it.  Because it means, what, you know me? My work? You read my stuff and thought, well, fuck, if anyone would know why I shouldn’t end my life, if anyone alive is QUALIFIED TO SAVE ME it’s the guy that had britney spears punch a bear? okay — okay, then, so as THAT GUY I’m saying: Get help. Now, today, tonight, whenever — get to a phone and find a doctor that can try to help you heal, that can try to recolorize your world again, that can help you start caring again. All you need is that one tiny thing, that speck, that little grain of sand. the World Series, AVENGERS 2, Tina Fey’s new show, the first issue of PRETTY DEADLY, some slice of the world you’ve never seen, some drink you love, who the fuck will love your dog like you do if you’re gone, what if jabrams KILLS it on the new STAR WARS, the hell are you doing for Halloween, you ever feed a dolphin with your bare hand? because i have and I am fucking telling you IT IS A THING TO EXPERIENCE and oh god WHAT FUCKING FONT WILL STARBUCKS USE ON THE CHRISTMAS DRINK SLEEVES THIS YEAR — i don’t care what or how dumb but i promise you somewhere in your life is that one fleck of dust that can help start you on the road back. That’s all it takes. One fucking mote, drifting through your head. 

And because you asked me I am answering you because i know, motherfucker, i know, i know, i know the hole you are fucking in because I was there myself and if you look hard you can still see my writing on those walls and if you stare long enough i swear to god it’s pointing to up

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wearewhatfeministslooklike:

I am a 45 year old mother of three daughters, ages 24, 21 and 19. All three of them have been taught dignity of self and that each of us as human beings are worthy of respect.

This is me. This is what a feminist looks like. 

wearewhatfeministslooklike:

I am a 45 year old mother of three daughters, ages 24, 21 and 19. All three of them have been taught dignity of self and that each of us as human beings are worthy of respect.


This is me. This is what a feminist looks like.