(10:06 AM) | Claire: It is with great sadness that I compose this list of hatreds. By allowing me to do the Tuesday hatreds, Adam Kotsko gave me a tiny glimmer of hope that I too could achieve blog stardom. But he has decided to pull the plug, and after this month I will have to navigate the rocky road to blog fame by myself. With this, I offer you my sincerest hate.

I hate that I am convinced that a gay man at Cheetah Gym Andersonville has a crush on me.

I hate that the highlights of my day are my breaks to get shitty institutional coffee from the bakery next door.

I hate that most of the United States is in denial about the climate crisis.

I hate that at my psychologically abusive workplace there is a huge clock above my desk that reads, "In this place, nobody hits anybody."

I hate that my job makes me want to visit the methadone clinic next door.

I hate that people call the HMO where I work and ask to see a "psych", a "mental health" or a "psycholologist".

I hate that Mr. Garrison is still a woman.

I hate that Whole Foods Soy Ricotta Ravioli tastes like packing material.

I hate that Ben Wolfson is so far away.

Until next week . . .

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