Harm Reduction, Domestic Edition

There’s a particular genius that reveals itself only in handwritten notes left on kitchen counters. The genre has produced genuine masterpieces—the passive-aggressive chore chart, the emotionally loaded grocery list—but "no acid until you’ve cleaned your room" operates at a level most parents never reach. It implies a household where psychedelics aren’t forbidden but merely contingent on basic domestic order. A parent who has moved past disapproval into something more pragmatic: harm-reduction policy for the family home. I genuinely can’t tell whether to be horrified or impressed, and that ambivalence is usually the mark of great outsider art.