No Dignity, No Joy: Socio-Economic Theory of a Peasant

Nobody gets to have joy or dignity by default, joy needs to be earned. And therein lies the problem.

Lovers, Missionaries and Technology: A Story of a Passionate Little Boy

Listen, baby. I’ve built a castle for you. I want you to love my castle, and I want you to love me for building it.

I am an Outsider: A Story of Freedom

You are born, like a song of uttermost beauty – and then the people who have been traumatized before you, try to shame you out of remembering your song. Most of them are not bad human beings, they simply forgot, and they want you to be an important practical goose, for your own good.

A Totally Different Way to Look at ‘Snowflakes’

Americans are subjected to tremendous abuse via corporate-driven emotional deprivation.

Love & Automation: The Creepy Touch of a Mechanical Mother

Love is usually left out of the conversations about technology and automation – and it shouldn’t be.

Branding and Algorithms: Raging Against the Format

What kind of music do you play? What race are you? Who did you vote for?

How We Became Rapists: A Mystery

I love you, my boy, and I will pray very hard for you to find your way and learn patience in the kindest way. Let the heat of my tears awaken your memory. You are still free, my boy… 

Corporate Gangbang: An American Experience

Stifling. Stifling, my corporate masters are. I ask for oxygen, and they give me a box of pretend oxygen, wrapped in colored paper, with a ribbon. A happy ribbon. A million smiley faces. Stop being so dramatic, Tessa, they say. Be grateful for the fucking ribbon. I...

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The Horrible Face of the Machine

Once you have seen the face of the machine, you can no longer keep on with the meaningless conversations, you can’t even read the newspapers. All you want to do is kiss the earth and make love to somebody, in spirit. To breathe, in spirit. To hold on to the rope that leads you home, hold on to it with both hands, hold on to it like your life depends on it, and not let go. I suspect that those who are still excited about the newspapers, haven’t seen the face of the machine.

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If World Leaders Were Parents

If world leaders were parents, we would have a very strange selection: On one end of the spectrum, a crazy, militarized parent with a whip who beats his child any time he does something forbidden, and on the other end, a neurotic, passive aggressive parent who feeds the child too much chocolate to earn popularity, and secretly slips meds into his soup so that the child remains a little disoriented at all times, and needs daddy.

The funny thing, if either child were to rebel (against the whip, or against the soup meds), things would get very dramatic and ugly, very quickly.

Codependency…

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Yes, I am European. Yes, I Believe in Free Speech. No, Native Halloween Costumes Are NOT Okay

As a newcomer to this land, I know that stereotyping is an American sport. It is very much in your face if you grew up elsewhere. Being stereotyped by those who don’t understand your culture and never visited your home, is annoying as hell. But I think that when it comes to stereotyping American indigenous people in their own land, and using their spiritually significant symbols for costumes, it’s a whole different level of obnoxiousness.

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Political Narratives as Religions…. Why My Butt Hurts

The problem with today’s political discourse is that political narratives have become religions. Each individual storyline is no longer a storyline but a mini-dogma. The foundational postulates are tied to the deepest emotional core, to the very identity – but the...

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I am an Outsider: A Story of Freedom

You are born, like a song of uttermost beauty – and then the people who have been traumatized before you, try to shame you out of remembering your song. Most of them are not bad human beings, they simply forgot, and they want you to be an important practical goose, for your own good.

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Tessa is a strongly opinionated singer, writer and philosopher living in New York. She fronts Tessa Makes Love. Robots are on her shit list, and this blog is about not taking shit from the machine.

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