It’s even in these comments. The words you constantly hear are “but why even take the risk?”

Mothers can do literally nothing that pleases the world.

I didn’t but my brother once did in a way. We had a relative who doted on us but was a nightmare to waitstaff, retail workers, etc. This family member loved to be the one who would always give us money if we asked (this sounds nice but money with strings attached makes for a difficult situation).

Foam parties are vile.

Ran out of time to Google videos of rockstars fighting. But yes, Definitely Greg Dulli.

I think I meant Charles, not Phillip. I don’t know. The son of the queen, right?

Harry has now been replaced by Prince George in both cuteness and in line for the throne (I guess. I have no real clue on who would be next in line if Prince Phillip (?) and Prince William died.)

Whoever was playing Saturday = 10000% cooler than Smashmouth based entirely on my patented “not taking yourself too seriously/being fully aware that you are not famous anymore” scale.

THE MAN YOU’RE ABOUT TO SEE HAS NO FUCKING NECK

Honestly, when Smashmouth popped up in the headline, my first thought was that the guy had died or something.

Aw, bless her heart.

Here’s Kurt Cobain snapping at some guy for grabbing a woman’s breasts.

Iggy gives zero fucks.

Better lead singer fights:

That’s not even the worst souvenier I’ve heard of. Besides the horrifying number of people who keep the umbilical stump, I knew a woman who kept her son’s circumcised foreskin. Why she didn’t just leave it on there if she wanted to keep it? No idea. Didn’t know her well enough to ask, didn’t want to get to know her…

When I went to my doctor to confirm my pregnancy, they gave me the strip back in a little baggie to take with me. I was horrified. Tossed that shit into the biohazard trash right in front of a tsking nurse. Clearly I am the unsentimental monster in that situation.

You know this is A Thing on Tumblr. There are whole communities of “transracial” people (though many of them call themselves something much more offensive). You’ll find them floating in their own imagined oppression ennui with the otherkin and furries.

This is a metaphor for my life.

A friend of mine died by suicide a few months ago.

Yay rescue kitties!