I’m Kimberly Ann Hawes, and this is Rocky — my buddy, my boy, my business partner in questionable decisions. And yes, before anyone writes in: he’s a raccoon. I know. The mask gave it away.
R.A.C.C.O.O.N. — Resilient. Resourceful. Rambunctious. And Renegotiable, because if something is locked, closed, or allegedly “off-limits,” Rocky considers that an opening offer.
That is the entire editorial policy of THE UNFUCKABLE TIMES. Assess the situation. Work with what is available. Figure it out. No permission slip required. Frankly, it’s a better operating system than most people have been sold — and Rocky doesn’t even have thumbs.
This publication exists because I am past fifty, close enough to sixty to know better, and completely out of patience for fluffy advice, recycled millionaire slogans, and being told to manifest my way out of a problem somebody else is profiting from. Rocky manifest. He shows up at the trash can and gets to work.
There is a lesson in that.
Maybe your dating life needs an overhaul. Maybe your whole life does. Maybe you need better money, a better city, a different state, a passport, an exit plan, stronger boundaries, or a way to stop letting people play in your face. This is where we examine the mess, separate useful information from decorative nonsense, and make a better move.
From my desk, from my brain, occasionally supervised by a small furry attorney with a warrant — real talk, sharp research, political fuckery, international options, money, culture, business ideas, and a few strategically placed verbal uppercuts.
Let’s unfuck your life.
—- KAH