Year One

So I was going to post about something else today that was on my mind but I got one of those notifications that say, “Hey! You’ve been blogging for a whole year! Congrats!” and I figured I should probably share that with you all dear readers.

I know when a lot of people hit awesome milestones, they like to share what they learned and offer advice and all that. I’ll keep it pretty simple and tell you what seems to work for me.

When I first started blogging a year ago, I blogged everyday. About halfway into the year, I realized that everyday blogging is completely unrealistic for me. Blogging is a hobby. I do it for fun. The minute it started to feel like my job, I started hating it. Just like a regular job, you need days off to stay sane and between writing my own content and making sure I check blogs from my regulars, it just became too much. So, I say to you, find a rhythm that works best for you. If you don’t post every single day, don’t sweat it. The people who love your content will be happy to see a post from you whenever you get one out there. Trust me. Those are the people you write for; the ones that keep you motivated. If blogging is your job, well, I’m jealous. 😛

The second most important thing I learned is write whatever the hell you want. Seriously. Don’t worry about what people are going to think or say. They’re going to think and say whatever they want anyway so you might as well get it out of your system. You’ll feel great about sharing your thoughts, ideas, art, what have you, and even if you have a negative Nancy, you can handle it. It’s your blog. Do not let other people dictate how your write and certainly not what you write. You need an audience, sure, but your audience comes from various backgrounds, shapes, colors and creeds. Some will relate and some won’t. Doesn’t matter because you are writing for you and that’s ALL that matters. If someone doesn’t like your blog, they don’t have to look at it and feel free to tell those people that. If someone loves your blog, make sure you let them know how much you appreciate them whether that be just in the form of a comment or visiting their blog and getting to know them better.

Lastly, and it’s the best one yet, have fun! I don’t know about you but I’ve been super creative this last year content wise. I’ve talked about all kinds of stuff! Food, books, TV shows, emotions, I even shared some poetry from high school. I’ve made some really close friends around the world who I just know will be my forever friends and I thank this blog so much for that. So, to all of you who have been following Reactionary Tales sometime in the last year, thank you. I hope to continue bringing you creative, original stuff. I appreciate you all on this sunshiney, snowy (at least where I am) Monday morning and I hope you all are having the best start of the week even if the team you were rooting for lost the Superbowl last night. 😉 (For the record, I know nothing about sports so that last bit was for fun)


Facebook Friday 2/2/18

Hey, hey! It’s Facebook Friday!

Its the second day of February and you know what that means? Groundhog day! According to NPR this morning, two famous groundhogs saw their shadows this morning so that means 6 more weeks of winter. Nooooo! Just kidding. I’m okay with winter as long as it’s not icy or super windy.

Facebook Fridays is a weekly segment of RT where I share some fun stuff I observed on Facebook this past week. I share a fun meme or screenshot, a video that resonated in some capacity and a photo of my own.

This Facebook Friday is all about animals. Well, almost. I didn’t plan on sharing a meme but a Facebook memory appeared this morning of a meme I shared a year ago and it made me chuckle again so I thought it only fitting I share it with you all as well:

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Someone was real clever with words, hehe.

Next, I actually have two videos to share. First one is just plain silly but everytime it makes the rounds, I can’t help watching it because I just love to laugh:

AND! Ironically enough, today is Shakira’s birthday, hahahahaha!

The next video was just the embodiment of love. It’s Ellen Degeneres birthday week and her wife, Portia, came on the show to present her with this most fantastic gift. I don’t want to spoil it by telling you about it so you’ll just have to watch the video. Warning – it might make you cry but I’m a very easy crier so I’m gauging this based off my cry-o-meter:

Lastly, I shared a picture of cabbage, potato, sausage soup I made day before yesterday. It was one of those last minute, “husband go get me groceries cause I’m cooking!” moments because I saw a Facebook video and decided I had to have it. It was quite delicious if I do say so myself!:

And that’s it for Facebook Friday. A lot more than the past couple eh? Did you see anything interesting in your social medias this week? Let me know in the comments below!

Have a good weekend everyone! See you Monday! 🙂

Born.. Twice?

Hello everyone and welcome to Endangered Thursdays. The animal I’m about to talk about isn’t endangered but its survival just trying to be born is quite interesting. This was shared to me a few weeks ago and by special request, I’m going to talk a bit about this crazy cool phenomenon today.

To the women out in the world, imagine if you could control exactly when you want to get pregnant. Well, for humans, we can’t. It’s usually hit or miss even if you plan it out. Kangaroos females, or does, however, have this ability. Mating season for kangaroos usually occurs in the rainy season when food is plentiful and temperatures are just right. When a doe is impregnated, she is able to control, to an extent, when the embryo attaches to the fetus. For example, if she still has a baby kangaroo, or joey, in her pouch, she’ll delay attachment until the joey is ready to be completely out of the pouch. Because does have so much control, they are pretty much able to breed offspring all year long.

Now, in case you don’t know what a marsupial is, I’m going to tell you. Marsupials are mammals that carry and develop offspring in their pouches. When the offspring comes out of the pouch, it’s fully developed with fur and everything. Inside the pouch is where the teats or nipples are that offspring suckle from while they grow strong. Majority of marsupial species are found in Australia such as kangaroos, koalas, wombats and wallabies. However, there is one species of marsupial you can find in America and that’s the opossum.

So now the doe has decided she wants to be pregnant and the embryo attaches to the fetus. From an external viewpoint, you can’t tell when a doe is pregnant. The only indication an embryo is on it’s way is when the doe starts licking the inside of her pouch and takes on a birthing position. The fetus comes out surrounded in it’s amniotic sac, not more than about an inch in size. Fetuses are born blind and they only have front legs with tiny claws which help them to break the amniotic sac and ready itself for it’s journey North.

Yes. I said journey North. You read that right. What happens next is truly extraordinary.

The fetus, blind, death and with only front legs begins to use those tiny legs to pull itself up to mama’s pouch. It’s born instinctively knowing to do this because if it doesn’t migrate to the pouch, it will die. Even though the fetus can’t see or hear anything, it is able to smell. The travelling process takes about 3 minutes though the video I will show you at the end makes it seem like it takes forever. Once it reaches the pouch, it climbs inside, finds one of the four nipples and attaches itself. Mama doe then cleans herself of all evidence of birth.

While the growing joey is in the pouch, mama will clean her pouch daily by licking herself. It’s almost a robotic process because does seem to be pretty oblivious to the fact that they’re growing a joey. Joeys first emerge from the pouch after cooking in there for 198 days. It’s still wobbly and not ready for the world so will usually crawl back inside the pouch. Does don’t seem to mind it all. They just change their stance to accommodate little joey climbing back inside. Joeys usually climb in head first and then do a little flip to get their feet pointed down and their head out of the pouch.

After about 235 days inside the pouch, it becomes pretty cramped in there and the joey climbs out for good. This is when does take interest in their offspring by helping them get used to their legs and preventing them from going back inside because it’s highly likely she’s producing again and if the joey climbs back in, it’ll kill the next in line offspring.

You have to see this! Check out the video below to see this incredible process in action:

Thank you Mischenko for bringing this to my attention and recommending I share it on the blog. 🙂

(Sources: KangarooWorlds, Answersingenesis)


I’ve been wracking my brain on what to write today and I’m just blank. I did spend the day talking to one of my closest friends just about life in general and I have to say, it made me feel good. Not that I’m having a bad day or anything but you ever just have a conversation with someone and it just makes your bright day even brighter? It can’t exactly be explained in simple words but I’m pretty grateful for moments like these especially when you didn’t plan on it; it just happened.

There you have it. My 100 words today because I can’t think of anything else. Hope you all are having a great Wednesday! 🙂

Different Interpretations

So I don’t know if you follow baseball or not but the team, Cleveland Indians, have had their logo as Chief Wahoo for many years. Yesterday, it was announced that in 2019 they’re removing Chief Wahoo from all uniforms, merchandise, etc. This has actually been a controversy for many years because people began to deem that the logo was racist to Native American indigenous peoples. To give you more context to where this story is going, here’s a picture of the logo in case you’ve never seen it:

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Because this final decision has been made, there’s even more controversy surrounding it because die hard fans see it as iconic and don’t want it removed while others are cheering that it finally happening.

Curious as always, I read the comments of an article about it. One woman stated she was sad to see it go because she thought it was a symbol showing strength and power of Native Americans and that other teams should fear the Cleveland Indians over this symbol. A different commenter responded to her by saying she was wrong because it was racist cartoon propaganda used many years ago and should have never been etched in sports. Tension rose as it usually does and the comments started getting angry. I looked to my husband and asked him what he thought. He, like me, never really thought much of it because we don’t follow baseball so there’s no reason for it to bother us.

From here however, my husband thought of a music video he watched by the Red Hot Chili Peppers and how he viewed the video at first. So, he made me watch it to see what my reaction would be. Here’s the video:

So my initial thoughts were literally, how did they get so many black people to do this video. Then I thought about some of the typical stereotypes that were shown like the gold teeth, hair braiding on the porch and the grandma feeding him watermelon and I was like, “huh..” BUT! the tune is so damn catchy, it didn’t affect me as much as it probably should have and I thought the video was actually quite fun. My husband said when he first watched it, he felt like it was all wrong. But then he found out that Chris Rock directed the whole thing and his view of the video shifted from feeling wrong to feeling fun. Isn’t that quite interesting? He was so ready to be a little frustrated with this portrayal but to find out a prominent comedian directed the whole thing made him look at it differently.

All of this made me think of book reviews. I was reading a few on a book last night to gauge if it was something I would be interesting in reading since the cover drew me in and I came across some thought provoking comments. One reviewer rated the book 1 star then listed a novel’s length on everything he liked and disliked about the story. Many of the commenters found his review helpful and decided they’d steer clear of the book. Some agreed with some of the things he said but told him that they were sorry he didn’t like the book because the loved it. One commenter however was genuinely upset that he rated the book 1 star. She told him that he didn’t understand the book correctly and used phrases like “that’s not how the author portrayed the story”. He in turn got upset because he was being reviewed on his review and felt that it was his opinion and shouldn’t take flack for it because someone disagreed.

It got me thinking about all the books I read. Not every book can be a 4-5 star winner. I think of 3 star and below books I’ve read and left reviews on and I’ve never really thought about if a person would be upset about reading my review or not. Stories, videos, movies, logos, they’re all going to be interpreted differently when you have different people. I don’t think no one person can be right or wrong and they shouldn’t get shredded or told they’re opinion is inferior because they didn’t see the big vision that everyone else was supposed to see. Where’s the fun in that? Nobody likes to be told what to think or that their way of thinking is inferior you know? Specifically when it comes to books, authors release them hoping readers views will be aligned with theirs but it definitely should not be expected or condemned and belittled when it’s not.

Do you accept different interpretations of media or art? Have you ever been told a borderline snide comment because your interpretation didn’t color in the lines? Let me know in the comments below!



You ever think about the people in your life and the level of trust they have in you? This is a bit random but the 23rd of this month was my one year anniversary working at my job. I’ve shared this story in the past but I pretty much bred  myself to work with animals with what I thought would be the rest of my life. I went to school for biology and switched majors to wildlife conservation because I had huge dreams of being a zookeeper some day. I never made it to a zoo but I did get to experience a few wildlife rehabilitation internships, including the start up of one at my college and I also got to go to Maui for 7 months for a breeding and propagation internship on endemic birds.

One day however, I had a bit of wake up call so to speak and had to divert my animal attention to domestics instead of wildlife. So for a few years after working with all the wildlife I transitioned to working in pet retail, vet clinics and doggie day cares. I grew to love the work that I do, especially with the variety of pets on a daily basis but the jobs themselves started to take a toll. The vet clinics became hard to deal with especially when you dealt with pet parents losing their pets or trying to let them go. The pet retail became mentally exhausting because of the constant people interactions and doggie day care just became exhausting. My last stint in retail I got a taste of being a manager which was a first for me. I was always encouraged into management but I never wanted it because of the ridiculous hours a manager had to work. Work/life balance is pretty important to me.

The job I’m in now is a pretty chill job in comparison to all the other jobs I had combined. You’ve all seen the stories from the previous year of me picking cherries and dealing with honeybees. Not really in my job description but fun nonetheless. In the past 6 months or so, my boss has had me dabbling a little bit in the company’s finances such as depositing checks, paying bills and even checking payroll hours. My  job description is Office Manager guys. I’m a paper pusher/morale booster in this place. So for me to be involved in the money part of this business was a bit shocking to me at first. Obviously, I can be trusted. I’m a very honest person and I care about keeping my job cause you know, can’t eat if I don’t work and I really, really like eating.

It just sort of blows my mind these days the things shared with me. I don’t doubt that I can be trusted of course but I wonder when did the switch go off in my boss’s head that I can be trusted on an even greater level? I know the whole point of a job is to make money and grow to make more money because who likes living paycheck to paycheck but how is this gauged?

This can be related to my personal life as well. I’m generally a very open person and have no problem talking about anything, even the uncomfortable topics. It’s frowned upon sometimes I’m sure because, well, you need to have some type of filter but when you just have this feeling of comfortable with a person, it’s like the dam opens and it all just floods out. I often wonder how I gained this level of confidence in myself to just be able to share stuff with people I feel I can trust or who can generally relate to my experiences. Or they might not be able to relate at all. For example, I work with an 80 year old who is completely racist even if he won’t admit it to himself. Most times he doesn’t realize what he’s saying but I believe he knows exactly what he’s saying. Does it bother me? Not in the least. I can go toe to toe with the best of them but he’s 80. Do I aim to change his mind? No. There’s no point. But I do make my stance on things very clear and I think he has a respect towards me that he didn’t expect. Honestly, I didn’t expect it either. I never know sometimes what I’m going to say until I say it. But that’s how it should be right? But then I think about people like the president who I feel should think before he opens his mouth ever and I feel like I contradict myself.

Anyway, my thoughts are all over the place. I think ultimately I’m just wondering if people have like a trust meter that they use to gauge how much they tell a person or if it really doesn’t matter that much because with trust comes confidence and I guess you’d need a certain level of confidence in order to trust people? I don’t know.

If you were able to keep up with my jumble of thoughts, what do you think of it all? Let me know in the comments below!

Facebook Friday 1/26/18

Hey, hey! It’s Facebook Friday and the book I’m reading has got me so riveted. I keep stealing pages at work. So bad!

Facebook Fridays is a weekly segment of RT where I share some fun stuff I observed on Facebook this past week. I share a fun meme or screenshot, a video that resonated in some capacity and a photo of my own.

This week I actually shared a meme on Twitter! You remember back in the day when you’d buy those popsicles and you would have the joke on one end of the stick but you’d have to eat the whole popsicle to get the answer to the joke? Or what about those Laffy Taffy candies that always came with like 2 jokes on the wrapper? For example, “What kind of tree grows in your hand? A palm tree. Come on? That’s funny right?? Did you chuckle a little bit? Okay maybe you’ll chuckle at this one:

Next up I shared this most hilarious video. I seriously can’t watch it without laughing really hard. Its a man who has figured out there’s a rat in his bathroom so he takes his cat in there to investigate and take care of the problem. The resulting reaction is positively gold. You’ll watch it it once and then watch it again just so you can keep laughing, I guarantee it!:

Lastly, I didn’t take photos this week so I have nothing to share this time! Sorry! But I hope I brought a smile and maybe a chuckle to your face on this finally, sunny Friday.

Did you see anything interesting in your social medias this week? Let me know in the comments below and have a great weekend everyone! See you Monday!



Interesting looking creature isn’t it? Ladies and gentleman, today’s endangered animal is brought to you all the way from the areas of Kazakhstan, Mongolia, Russia and Uzbekistan. This is the saiga or saiga tatarica; if you wanted to get scientific. It’s about the size of a goat but more related to the antelope family. Very interesting face, I know. What makes this even more fascinating is the fact that saiga are ancient creatures. That’s right. They have been around since the Ice Age and roamed the earth with wooly mammoths and saber-toothed tigers. I’m not kidding! Millions of years and this animal has withstood all kinds of time.

Saiga-AntelopeLike I said, saiga are about the size of a goat. Males are a little bit larger than females standing at about 2-3 feet tall (70ish cm) at their shoulders and they weigh about 60 to 90 pounds (28-40 kg). They are usually a cinnamon color but in the winter they’re coat gets very thick and turns very pale; almost white. Horns only appear on a saiga if he’s male and the rings at the base of it’s head are sometimes darker than the tip. The nose! We have to talk about the nose of course. A saiga’s nose is similar to that of an elephant’s trunk. It’s a bit of a large flap that hangs over their mouth and is said to filter dust particles in the summer and warm the cold air before it reaches the lungs in the winter.

There is a mouth under that nose. Unlike an elephant, it’s not as flexible or strong and baby saigacan’t pick up things or anything like that. Saigas are herbivores and eats grasses, herbs and shrubs in the Euraisan steppe (a grassland type of biome). Saiga are herding creatures creating groups up to 40-50 individuals. They live in a type of harem where you have a couple males who defend 30+ females. However, when migration season happens, herds of tens of thousands of saiga will come together and migrate together across vast lands. They have been sighted travelling up to 70 miles in one day! Mating season occurs in mid to late December. Calves are born around May. Usually saiga produce one offspring but there have been cases of twins and even triplets the older the females get. The lifespan of a saiga is usually about 6-10 years.

Saiga are listed as critically endangered on the IUCN Red list. There are only about 50,000 individuals left. That sounds like a lot I know. I thought so too when I first read about them. However, in the early 1990’s there were over 1.2 million saiga and they had a much larger range across Europe and Asia and even Alaska! The early nomadic people treasured the saiga and had sustainable hunting practices for their meat and hides as part of their culture. Now, saiga are poached upon for their horns because they supposedly have medicinal properties in the Chinese market. The problem with this is only the males have horns so it’s seriously hurting the population as the females cannot reproduce without males.

2015 was the hardest year ever for the saiga. A mysterious respiratory illness came about and spread through the saiga population wiping out 200,000 saiga in one go. It was quite devastating and luckily there hasn’t been a repeat in 2016 or 2017. So, as you can see, going from 1.2 million in the early 1990s to only 50,000 individuals in 2018 is a huge problem for a species with such history!

Since 1994 conservationists have been trying to save the saiga. You won’t see one in a zoo because they do not do well in captivity. There are various projects and programs aimed at bringing public awareness and education about the saiga. Organizations like WWF are working with governments in the saiga’s range to help reduce poaching. If you’re interested in reading more about the saiga or support the efforts by donating, click here. Also, check out the video below to see a live baby saiga:

(Sources: SaigaConservation, WWFPanda)
(Image Sources: Imgur, BBC, ConservationJournal)

Love on the Brain

Hello my wonderful friends. I have romance on the brain and I feel the need to talk about it a little bit today. A good Twitter friend of mine wrote a post about how if she could go back in time and tell her younger self some things about the book world. One of the things she noted on her list was she would tell her younger self that there’s nothing to be embarrassed about reading romance. That stood out to me the most cause it made me think back to my younger self picking up that first romance novel and opening up my world to one of my now favorite genres but how if anyone asked what I was reading, I’d hedge a little. By hedging, I mean I would tell the title of the book but when someone asked me what it was about, I would talk about everything except the romance part of it. I also definitely steered clear from covers that had Fabio sweeping a woman off his feet. (I’m a little biased though there cause I hate faces on book covers). But who doesn’t like looking at a hot, musclely man?? Not something I personally can deny.. (looking at you Idris Elba!)

Everything I’ve ever heard about romance novels was that they’re trashy, only old ladies read romance novels, and it’s all porn. Back then, I didn’t necessarily believe this myself but I would always feel like I could hear other people just thinking these things. Definitely made it hard to read in public in general cause now you’re just wondering what people are thinking about your choice of book. I can’t pinpoint exactly when I stopped caring but one day I think someone asked me what I was reading and I proudly looked them in the eye and said the title and that it was a romance novel and yes, there were sex scenes in it. I can’t remember the reaction of the person and obviously I didn’t care considering it only made me voracious for more romance novels.

I have to state here that I’m seriously a romantic. I see love everywhere. I will play matchmaker if the opportunity presents itself. I stare at my husband with stars and rainbows and glitter in my eyes all day long and yes, I like sex. I’m human. There’s nothing wrong with that. I don’t understand why romance and sex have to be trashy. It’s a natural human process. Every living thing, mostly mammals, have sex in some form or fashion. It’s in our DNA because of the need to procreate. But what’s wrong with reading about a love affair between two imaginary people? Why is going into detail so bad? It’s not porn. People like to say erotica is porn but it’s not. Porn is porn; different category entirely. And see now that’s got me thinking, why is it okay to watch sex on television but reading about is an outrage?? Automatic stigmatization is just wrong to me. I pretty much compare this to stereotypes made about groups of people. Is it not the same thing?

Obviously, to each their own. If reading about romance, falling in love and having sex makes you uncomfortable, I’m in no way bashing you for that. There’s nothing wrong with that either but to be cruel about other people who enjoy it is just wrong. We shouldn’t have to hide something we enjoy you know? Oh and by the way, the romance genre dominates ebook sales; 61% to be exact. Ebooks definitely make it easier to read whatever you want in secret but seriously, don’t ever be ashamed about what you’re reading especially when it comes to love. (I’m hopeless. I know. 🙂 )

Do you read romance novels? Are you embarrassed to admit it? Do you agree or disagree with anything I said? Let me know in the comments below! (Don’t be shy!)

Technology and Death


This is me warning you that this post might trigger some feelings that might affect you. I’m going to be discussing an episode of Black Mirror my husband and I watched that I found equally fascinating and creepy as hell. Since this is my blog, I insist on talking about it but it might make you upset especially if you’ve recently gone threw a crushing lost of a human in your life. If you read past this warning and get upset, well, I warned you and I’m not responsible for how I may respond to your anger for ignoring my warning.


Black Mirror is a Netflix Original television show that mixes very futuristic things with every day life. I think I’ve talked about an episode before in which people were rated on their every day interactions with other people. For example, if you bought coffee at Starbucks, you’d rate the barista who served you. These star ratings ended up being important for things like wanting to buy a house because instead of a credit score determining if you can get a house or not, it was your ratings. Anyway, I’d have to go searching for that post if you’re interested in reading it cause I forget what I called it.

Last night’s episode was completely surreal. The premise of the episode was a woman and her boyfriend were moving in together in a house in a city in Ireland (I think it was Ireland. Could have been Scotland too). On the drive there, the boyfriend was pretty glued to his phone. He had up what looked like a futuristic Twitter and just constantly talking to people on it. She got a bit annoyed cause she was driving and told him to put his phone in the glove box. Then they turned on some music and did some singing the rest of the way to their house.

After unloading the car and touring the house, he stands in the middle of the room looking desolate because he forgot where his phone was. She reminds him and he goes and gets it and is back glued to the screen. They go to bed later and have some very underwhelming sex. The next morning she gets a job (she’s some type of artist) and he decides he wants to go to town for stuff. Well, he never comes home. The cops show up to tell her that her boyfriend died and we assume it was because he was texting and driving.

At his funeral, while she’s grieving, a woman sits to talk to her and give condolences and then she randomly blurts out that there’s an app that the woman can use to talk to her boyfriend again. She says he’s a good candidate because he was a “heavy user” and that it would help ease her mind to get to talk to him again. Understandably, our main woman gets pissed off and tells her to shut up because he’s gone and that would be cruel. Over the next few days though it weighs heavily on her mind especially when she finds out she’s pregnant. The woman ignored her anger at the funeral and signed her up anyway and one day she gets an email from her dead boyfriend saying hi and that it was really him.

Basically what this application did was aggregate everything on public record that he ever posted on his social media feeds or forums or anything where he had an internet presence and sort of emulates him. The more you feed it, the smarter and more intuitive it gets. She ends up talking back and forth via email and then one day he tells her he can actually speak to her, like on the phone. So she feeds it personal video moments they shared and next thing you know they’re talking on the phone. She was really sad about it at first but then she began to realize this is something she needs.

It goes on for some time until she wishes she could see him; hug him in person. He tells her its expensive but possible. She doesn’t care about the cost and next thing you know this big box arrives to her house with this squished human in it. She has to put it in the bathtub and feed it electrolytes and then after like a day her deceased boyfriend comes walking down the stairs. At first she was freaked out, like super freaked out but I guess her internal self said she needed this and she grew to be super happy about this. Remember when I told you they had underwhelming sex? Well this boyfriend is very good at it because he was able to go learn things from watching internet porn. A lot of these little things come back full circle that we subtly noticed in the beginning.

After a time however, she begins to get sad again and upset about this form. She realizes it’s not the same as the actual person. You have to teach this one pretty much everything and he doesn’t understand that it’s okay to disobey things sometimes and argue. He agrees with everything she says, and like with the music singing in the car, he thinks the songs are cheesy even though his real self loved the songs. By the end she realizes this whole coping thing she thought would help her grieve just made her grieve 1000x more.

After the episode, my husband and I sort of looked at each other and wondered if either of us were to die suddenly and that crazy tech was available would we do it? Well, we both decided the whole scenario just freaked us out. On the one hand, I understand because it was a sudden lost and you weren’t ready but on the other hand to basically talk to a computer emulation in a human body would just be too much for people like us. The whole point of grieving is to have the ability of letting go one day. Watching this episode made me think of people who get their pets cloned because they never want to lose them. But with every clone, it’s slightly different than the original. But then I think about how it’s helping the person cope with continuing to live their life and I want to think that it’s not so bad but a part of me is screaming that I just can’t see it being helpful in the long run. I guess that’s why we’re all different though right?

If you made it to the end of this post, have you ever watched an episode of Black Mirror? What do you think of this concept of technology being able to make a person almost immortal? Let me know in the comments below!