About the Author

My name’s Jessie.  I’m from Detroit but living in DC at the moment.  I’m an elder member of the Millennial generation.

I’m what’s been called a divergent thinker, which manifests in being a social critic.  I like pointing out when the emperor doesn’t appear to be wearing any clothes.  I cancelled my New York Times subscription after what seemed like too many efforts to willfully ignore this.

Oh, you want to know what I look like?  How’s this?

On Politics

I’m a democratic socialist.  I started using this label back in 2011 or 2012 as part of what was then seen as a notable wave of people who became curious about it after the 2008 financial crisis.  I remember about that time discovering that there was even a US senator who identified as a democratic socialist.  Whenever I told people I was “basically a socialist,” I’d follow up with, “Did you know there’s even a socialist in the US senate?  His name is Bernie Sanders!  Look him up!”  But this was all just personal pondering until 2013, when I started attending meetings of the Democratic Socialists of America in an effort to learn more and try to do something with those two years of pondering.  (This 2011 New York Times article gives a good picture of where we were back when I wandered in; though the wave of people joining already seemed striking back then, it was dwarfed by people joining after the Bernie Sanders campaign, and that was dwarfed once again by those who joined after Trump’s election.  So it’s kind of neat to see how dated this article is, particularly with respect to our membership numbers, which surpassed 20,000 in 2017.)

But I don’t automatically think a person’s dumb if s/he disagrees with me.  There are people out there whom I respect who hold very different views than I do, and I enjoy conversing with them and trying to understand why they think what they do.  I am always trying to learn and improve my understanding, and I get worried when I find myself in political echo chambers.  I dip into DSA circles to discuss Left ideas, and then I try to come back out and float them outside those circles to see how they hold up.  (Personally, I think they do pretty well, and I’m encouraged.  But make me prove that to you!  Just make everyone else prove their stance to you, too.)

  • Coming soon: Principles by which I run this blog and engage in conversation (parrhesia, etc.)

On General Quirkiness

I also possess copious overexcitablity.  I put up some memoir clips at that page, if you really want to know more about me, though the hope there is that you’d actually be even more interested in the Theory of Positive Disintegration, which is something that I’ve found very useful in my life.  (I know, I know, I keep talking about it on every page.  Well, it’s the first big chunk of content I’ve completed, and it really is relevant and useful!)

This is me in 1989 at Boblo Island, an amusement park on the Canadian side of the Detroit River.  My dad is the obvious photographer, as he loved taking photos and he loved riding rides with his daughters.

I like to think I’m a creative person.  Incidentally, though people using this label would probably include me in it, I’d say I’m not a member of the “creative class,” because I think that’s a largely delusional label to begin with, as well as being self-congratulatory for well-educated people.  But in terms of really being creative, I need to spend more on the perspiration to keep up with my loads of inspiration.

I also like books and am sure to make loads of references to what I’m reading at the moment.

I have a wonderful family, consisting of my wonderful mom and dad, my little sister Emily, who is a nurse, and somehow stumbled across this fellow named Max who is as quirky as me.  We both figured we’d just be perpetually single.  Max is pretty neat.  Oh, and my dad actually isn’t alive anymore, but I’m kind of upset about that and my brain doesn’t wholly accept it.  I will be talking about him a lot here.  Fairness suggests I should also talk about my mom, who is also well worth talking about, but writing about Dad is the main way I spend time with him now, so there you go.  Trust me, it won’t be boring.  My dad is a pretty neat character, too.  He also liked the word “neat,” which is probably why I’m using it a lot in this paragraph.  The Dad schema is active in my brain at the moment, obviously.

I could say more, but I think I’ll go finish some essays now instead!