Why stop at celebration? I will not tolerate acceptance nor accept celebration. I demand reverence. Join me and we shall be goddesses/gods.

Me watching America get all these predators TF outta here:

Are you me? I think you might be me. Or else I’m you. Or this is just what it’s like to write a dissertation. In any case, thanks for posting. It makes me feel less alone in this. And since I honestly don’t know how to get myself to write at the moment, I’m going to give drunk writing a try. Can’t be worse than no…

Trust yourself - you aren’t a fraud. Most of the biggest jerks I know never have doubts, but also tend to be writing recycled papers (basically rehashing things or cutting finer slices from things they or others have done before.) Most of the really inspiring, innovative people I know (especially the women who fall…

One of my students works from a written outline, then records their thoughts spoken aloud, then transcribes and edits everything. I hadn’t ever heard of it, but they say that it helps them get over writers block.

I’m sure you’ll do great!!!! Maybe with a last minute frantic panic, but hey - don’t throw a finished bound thesis at a loved one because you found a typo on the last page, and you’ll have done better than me!

I admit, I wrote parts of my thesis while incredibly hungover/still drunk after not nearly enough sleep! It seemed to work, since it let me bash out pages of mildly unintelligible drivel with a few golden nuggets in there that sober editing turned into pure brilliance (hey, I got first class honours, so it worked).…

Write outline notes while sober. Write full paragraphs (with reference to those notes when needed) while drunk/high. Then edit when.sober, with coffee. This got my dissertation done when I was facing a similar block!

My advice: write drunk, edit sober ;)

Well I be done seen about everything, when I see an elephant file.

Also the safe space for women can company from Bojack is now going to be a thing. Hopefully one that ends differently though.

I find this show to be breathtakingly sad. As a culture, despite our robust self-image, we are insensitive in the extreme. This show illustrates how isolating it is to be in the downstream of inconsiderate or insensitive behavior.

Not sure why this is news? Nuns have been badasses since time immemorial.

That’s okay, this ~20-tweet Twitter thread probably says enough for all of us...

Given his track record for weirdly impersonal interactions with this child, he’ll probably try to give the kid a hardy handshake, congratulate him on coming out of his mother’s vagina, and give him an iTunes gift card or something.

My fave is him on chickens:

Oh god, the anti-evolution rhetoric. I believed that stuff until university. Now, when I teach physical anthropology, I feel like I’m fighting the good fight.

Oh man. I read Brio voraciously, not because it was good, but because it was what I was allowed. I craved Seventeen and YM and other actually cool magazines, but would have felt shamed to death if I’d picked one up. (I still remember surreptitiously buying, reading, and then HIDING Cosmo when I was living in res…

The first day in months I decide to wear eye makeup and you post this.. My mascara isn’t waterproof, you monster!