Every time we order crickets they include this same voucher for $100 of wine that they promise will leave you “totally tantalized” and I imagine pairs well with crickets. All yours now guys help yourselves
Scariest thing about the mummy exhibit is not the human corpses on display but the way it spawns 40-something white brunettes to explain mummy facts to other visitors
You can tell when someone doesn’t really have a strong ethical framework beyond a shallow “Listen To [Oppressed Person]” because they’ll hear one person go “Healthcare should be universal” and another go “Racism is great” and they’ll be like “Well they’re both trans… :/”
I need you people to understand that there is not a single marginalized group that doesn’t contain members with heinous, regressive beliefs, and trying to determine who to believe based on the “"validity of their experiences”“ is no way to make political and ethical judgments
Hey so a lot of terfs are reblogging this and many have followed me as a result of this post and I would like to make it clear that I do want terfs to kill themselves, thank you please block me and then die in that order
THE COMEDY WRITES ITSELF
Yeah it’s objectively funny that people are stupid enough to think that "marginalization in one aspect doesn’t preclude the ability to marginalize others” is some weird statement about like, how being transphobic is okay.
The only thing that would be stronger than that on the comedy scale, I think, is getting six notes on a post you make on a dying microblogging website about your failing marriage. I can’t relate, thankfully, because my marriage is going great, and if I needed support I can seek it from my multiple irl friends and family and not internet-addicted catholics, but can you imagine the kind of Rodney Dangerfield levels of patheticomedy that could come from someone who’s so– oh shit I’m so sorry
Literally in my shared office forced to overhear my coworker leading a zoom “hangout” and just talking about the weather and his garden and stuff like he has to do that for an hour twice a week with whoever shows up like for his job for the past year and a half hell on earth like a few times would be fine or like doing it casually in person where you can leave but instead he’s cybernetically trapped in a small talk pit forced to chit chat no escape this pandemic has taken everything from all of us
Omg I had a dream that I was in a grad level journalism class on writing advice columns and it was soooo fun because every class we would read letters and have a class discussion about what advice we would give the person
i usually don’t draw my dreams because i have far too many of them- but i think the one where i was a kitten and saw myself in a large curved mirror was cool, so i want to share it with you
