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Meet the Resistance: Episode 6

Meet the Resistance: Episode 6

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 Episode transcript:The Resistance was a squalid shared apartment packed with 6 to 8 post-college guys living there at any one time. It wasn’t technically a squat, because Richard’s parents were paying rent, but not everyone who lived there knew it.It was messy, but not dirty, Linda noted appreciatively. There were stacks of paper and projects in progress on every flat surface.“The Zine!” said Squatty. “That’s a huge part of the operation.”He picked up a few issues to show Linda. “This one is about microplastics,” he said, handing her one that had colorful cutouts of different sized bottle on the cover. Cartoonish looking bugs gazed up at the refuse with funny bug eyes. “Oh, and this one … ‘The graffiti tool kit for cool babies.”The headline did, in fact, say that, and inside were photos from around Chongqing that had been drawn on to add babies tagging various surfaces.Linda paged through the various zines, and Squatty explained that they published whenever the gang was hit with a certain zeal about a certain topic. Which was most of the time.“Right now we’re working on one about dressing and makeup that make you invisible to face-recognition cameras. It’s quite pernicious, because they can pretty much recognize you unless you’re dressed in full tactical gear, which brings with it it’s own set of problems, but we’re experimenting with different techniques.”That explained the few Ziggy Stardust-looking guys Linda had seen pass through the living room earlier.Linda liked Squatty. He was goofier than she was expecting, given all the build up. But he was earnest and enthusiastic in a genuine-feeling way, and when he listened to you, it’s like you were the only person in the world who had ever been listened to. If Linda was a little younger, she might have thought that she was in love with him. But as it was, she was pretty sure that everyone was a little bit in love with him.She explained her beef with the weather app: “They say ‘it’s the conversation we’re all having’ but … what if I don’t like … having conversations. It’s just such an … imposition. I’m sorry if I’m not explaining it right.”Linda was losing steam, but fortunately Squatty was ready to take up the cause. “Don’t apologize! You’re just falling prey to the most insidious pathogen of our time!” he said. “Corporations overwhelming us with choice paralysis and then taking advantage of us when we’re down to fill our feeds with adds for pizza leggings.”Linda never had the words before, but that was kind of what her problem with the whole affair. She filed away the phrases “choice paralysis” and “pizza leggings” to try her hand again at explaining it to Brian.“I’ve got some videos to show you,” said Squatty, pulling out his phone.“I didn’t even tell you the worst part,” said Linda. “They sent a guy to my place, like every day for a week.”This sent Squatty to new heights. “That is like, actual stalking.”Linda demurred, “I mean, he always bought something. And he left when I asked him to. He left for good after I destroyed my watch in front of him.”“Listen,” said Squatty, placing a hand on her arm, “In no way do I presume to speak for your lived experience, and if you say it wasn’t stalking, then I believe you that it wasn’t. But I also want to open the door to the idea that you don’t need to minimize your feelings. Ever.”“Oh,” said Linda. “Thank you.”They both sat with the moment for slightly too long.Squatty stared into her eyes and in a deadly serious tone asked, “Do you want to make a zine about it?”A relieved laugh bursted out from Linda, “I thought you were going to offer to kill him!”Squatty chuckled. “The thing about me, is I am strictly a non-violent revolutionary. The pen is mightier! And all that. So do you? Want to make a zine?”Linda said yes, and Squatty called the boys to action. Someone wheeled out a big whiteboard and flipped it to a clean side.“This issue’s almost in the can,” announced Squatty, “And our new comrade Linda wants us to drop some truth bombs on the freaking Weather Aboveground! Who’s got pitches?”The guys through out some ideas, ranging from a list of direct actions to take against tech companies to a collage of photographs of sad clouds of paper-mâché.Swept up in the energy, Linda proposed a personal essay about her experience.“That’s great,” said Squatty, and put it on the board.As he was writing it down, Linda remembered that she hadn’t really written anything since school. But she did feel excited to be a part of things. She decided to listen to that voice, for once, and ignore the haters. It felt like the right thing to do, here in this pseudo-squat full of creatives and idealists.Someone’s watch suddenly dinged. “A new one!” he announced to the room.“This is not a drill,” said Squatty. “You know what to do. We’ll gather back here once...
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