Adriana Hightower
@adrianahightower.bsky.social
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I don't understand why female singers today have to show so much skin. In my da-[GUNSHOTS]
Josephine Baker in a feathers and jewels and nothing else. Poster for Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, with Jane Russell and Marilyn Monroe wearing sequined leotards, evening gloves, top hats and high heels. Diana Ross in a shimmery magenta body suit, looking divine. Cher in a strategically tattered satin and sequinned bodysuit. It is the most gloriously 1980s look you can possibly imagine.
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Such a good suggestion. Bialys are a great way to secretly unlock the bagel source code without the terrible pressure that comes with attempting actual bagels.
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This is indisputably true. No matter how nimble and experienced your fingers, no matter how fine and flaky your pie crust or how delicate your layers of strudel, you will still only ever produce, at best, an indifferent croissant.
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Once you fully understand the unimaginably vast amount of butter that's in every well-made croissant, you never want to face that truth again. Never. That is dark knowledge, horrifying, never to be shared. Bury the recipe at midnight under a new moon.

Eat, but never make, the blessed crescent.
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The deadest giveaway that you're dealing with a truly galactic-level asshole: "Be kind" in the profile.
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I'm volcanically outraged by a completely different set of the dumbest shit imaginable every day, and I can confirm your thesis. Absolutely no way to live. Complete shambles. Fucking terrible.
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Even the tiny local nana protests keep people building connections and community!

The work is mostly invisible, but one day the fuckers will stumble and the nanas will be ready with their knitting needles.
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What arcane amulet are you referring to? Are we going to use magic to create more political inertia?
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No, but a homemade sign can give both the person holding it and the person seeing it the resolve to keep going for another day. A sign tells you you're not alone. It creates a permission structure to resist. It builds a sense of social connection.

Morose dooming only weakens hope and solidarity.
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"Wait and see" is not the operative phrase here. "Wait and see" is how we lose this battle. We're not powerless here; we have autonomy. Let's fucking use it to change what's happening. We don't have to wait and see.
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It's a really tough call, though! On one hand, you have a wonderful kid who needs lots of resources and support throughout their life, and on the other, you have a very small coffin and no child at all. Impossible to say which is better.
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Listen, we all know Ammit is at least 50% labrador. She'll cheerfully eat garbage all day long and then roll around in what's left. Ammit is a very good girl, but she ain't picky.
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C'mon man. Violent hate crimes have more than doubled in Canada since 2020, and they're increasing every year. It's a genuinely terrible trajectory. I promise you very few of those cases are zealously followed by swift justice.

We gotta stop telling ourselves comforting untruths.
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These are so fantastic. Can I ask how much they cost? I want them all.
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I mean, okay. That's absolutely your right, and you're welcome to keep doing it. But you should probably also expect other folks to draw conclusions about what you actually value in a person.

Anyway, hope you have a good night. Hope you get a really good cheeseburger soon, 'cause they're DELICIOUS.
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For clarity: I was responding to another commenter's objection to her weight.
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Bit of misplaced confidence there when Lauren Southern, Faith Goldy, Jordan Peterson and Jeremy MacKenzie are still walking around with all their own teeth.

Canadians like to tell nice stories about ourselves. We should probably do less of that.
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I'm plump and well-padded, but my weight is nobody's business but mine. Same goes for you and your body. Weaponizing weight is fundamentally corrosive to a person's moral core, period.
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Noem's utterly foul, a colossal moral vacuum, a craven, vicious lickspittle. But policing her body contributes absolutely nothing positive to the world. Her weight is not your business, and the "eat a cheeseburger" line is corny as hell.

It's not 2005 and we don’t have to do this shit anymore.
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With Kate Fleetwood and Elizabeth Berrington in supporting roles? Absolutely no hope for my dignity.
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Noem's body is not what's disgusting about her.
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100%. A dim sum joint with carefully attentive service is clearly TRYING SOMETHING, and I ain't falling for that, pal.

I want barely-disguised contempt, my teapot re-filled when the staff goddamn well feels like it, and the best cheung fun you've ever, ever dreamed of.
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I've been genuinely amazed for years at how shrewd Nicole Cliffe has been proven to be about any number of things, from the exquisitely banal to the deadly serious. Not that she's never wrong, she is, but it really is fairly remarkable how often she's miles ahead of anyone else.
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Real ones know. I went to high school over the Canadian border in St Catharines, and the best possible Friday afternoon was ditching classes and crossing the Peace Bridge for a beef on weck the size of your head.

The ensuing detentions and sodium hangovers? Worth it.
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Maybe, in the quietest, velvety hours of the night, the silver dagger of doubt might creep in for a split-second. Just a little stab of uncertainty. A needle of shame.

But probably not! Self-scrutiny is painful and nowhere near as much fun as being lavishly, defiantly wrong on the internet.