I need a break from Internet outrage. The world is terrible, it’s true, and accordingly, if I read or contribute to or comment on or share or instigate concerning the Tea Party or Apartheid in Detroit (yes, it’s real), corruption in FIFA, racism in Brazil, the fact that the world still and always will hate women and their bodies, or whether or not Beyonce is a feminist, I think I will actually vomit.

I am incapacitated.

I am always nervous.

I am burned out.

I am depressed.

My chest hurts. Often.

And I find that I forget to breathe, as I try to keep my soul from exploding when folks make offensive comments or are offended by me.

If Internet outrage is a job, it must come with summer vacation. I’m out.

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