billy tea probably knows, but seemingly the Waiwondi (spelling?) tree kangaroo, after disappearing for 90 years and being assumed extinct has been spotted - alive and well. Obviously, it has earned its classification as "elusive."

"I go out of town for a few weeks and everybody says I'm extinct."

This is good precedent for the possible survival of the thylacine!

Hooray tree kangaroo!

Timelies all!

This week is just dragging....

Ugh -- my NPR local talk program is going to be broadcasting the Kavanagh hearing all day tomorrow, and of course the other NPR station will be doing the same! It's important, of course, but I can only take it in small measured doses at this point.

I keep remembering and then forgetting things. I don't have anything that could be classified as an assault, which I know makes me very fortunate. But there definitely were times when I was a sexual target because I was female, and at least one of those times involved boys who were my friends.

And yet I remember these things, and I think, yes, this is part of it, part of rape culture and toxic masculinity, and then I just...forget about them. Because they're classed in my mind as just part of the experience of being female. Of course 14-year-old girls are sexual targets at all times to men of all ages. Shrug. It is what it is.

And then the next horrific story comes around again, and I think how fortunate I am to not have a horrific story of my own, and eventually, I remember again.

Ugh, Dana. Yeah.

With you on that, Theo.

Hil, I am so sorry about your experiences in high school. And I am glad you found the Buffista so young. I am glad I found the Buffista too, because without you guys I might not be so educated about things as I am sort of an ostrich about the news!

Zenkitty, it sounds like we had very similar experiences. I am wondering now if the reason my friends and I grew apart in 9th grade, which was basically because I just couldn't stomach (for no reason at the time) going to all the pool parties with everyone's dads seeing me in my bathing suit. But being in sixth grade and hearing dads say how good I looked in a bathing suit is in retrospect sick. And I just don't want to think about it because I have moved on

I can't imagine how much worse this news cycle is for people who have had worse experiences, because it seems like burying them is the only way to live your life as they are so pervasive

All of these stories make me grateful I was kind of invisible and asexual in high school. I went to almost no parties and saw very little.

Hil, I'm so sorry people were so horrible to you.