Hurry up with my damn croissants
The powerful ending to Janelle Monae’s (and Erykah Badu’s) song “Q.U.E.E.N.” The acronym: Queer. Untouchables. Emigrants. Excommunicated. Negroid.
we live in a world where the pizza arrives faster than the police
Well the pizza driver faces consequences when their job isn’t done right.
Stop whatever you’re doing and WATCH THIS.
"I asked 5 questions in genetics class today and all of them started with the word ‘sorry’"
WATCH THIS AND THEN WATCH IT AGAIN
I’ve seen this before and I still get shivers
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter
women were the ones who started wars
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
“The truth about impotence”
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running
And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.
For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl.
She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.
The only argument I really need to defend Sansa Stark. You know… besides the one where she thinks she’s all alone in the world and her whole family has been murdered and she’s fighting to not meet the same end.
reminder that she was 11 when all of this started in the books, too - being 14 in the show is older than she is in the books
sansa is one of the most politically astute barely-teens i have seen and she’s demonstrating the ability to learn and adapt in a way that will make her one of the most politically devastating women in westeros if she continues to survive
anyone who hates on the young child for behaving in a way that seems illogical to an uninvolved adult commenter with a much wider view of the situation the child is in can meet me in the parking lot tbh
Someone just solved the economy.
So wait what’s the economic equivalent of the blue shell?
just kill a super rich person every once in a while and distribute their wealth among the less wealthy
Say I’m 32 years old and you’re 22 years old.
In how many years will we be the same age?
Silly question, right? If you define aging as a process that stops at death, the only way we’ll ever be the same age is if I die first. If you don’t, then we’ll never be the same age….
Good psychological games masterpost?
In case anyone is having a bad night:
a really excellent way to reduce anxiety is to pick up a new hobby. find something you’re interested in, learn it, then use it...