MitsuBEEshi.
It’s all fun and games until every social construct breaks down and someone is murdered for the conch.
A prank is swapping all of your mate’s furniture around when he on holiday or covering his room is army men. It’s not physically or emotionally harming the woman you are supposed to love.
Same but all girls high school and then sorority. Women do not naturally feel an extreme desire to compete with each other over everything. That’s bullshit pushed on us by patriarchy. When you’re told there’s only one spot at the top marked “female”, you’re going to start acting like it.
I’d argue strenuously in favor of the all girl high school experience over the all girl college experience. You get to duck a lot of bullshit in high school and you show up at college more confident and prepared to take advantage of your newfound freedom. The all girl college thing makes more sense to me if you wanna…
My women’s college experience was competitive, but, like, about stuff that mattered, like jobs and grades and shit*.
yep. posted in another comment thread on this article bout my ride or die college roomies. in high school I was always the girl hanging out with all the dudes, proud that I wasn’t wrapped up in “girl drama.” and then I ended up at a women’s college and it was the BEST THING and these women are part of my heart, even…
I went to an all girl high school and it was pretty drama off. We were there for an education and our own interests. It was great.
I have an extreme soft spot for dumb comedies, so that may be just a thing of personal preference.
That reminds me, Anthony Weiner is also in the pockets of Big Hot Dog. For obvious reasons.
I’m pretty sure Hillary is in the pockets of Big Hot Dog.
I was on full financial aid at Yale. That combined with being an out black male from the south fresh out of an intense 2-year boarding school made for a very difficult, yet interesting 5 years (yep, had to take a year off).
Both. The first two books were great, but the third one totally lost me when it started getting into all the mystic mumbo jumbo. I did however love the show enough (well seasons 1-4) to name my cats Dex and Deb.
Also, to clarify, there are many many people in this documentary expressing how much they loved the clerks there (Elton John especially). But they’re all men!
I lasted two nights with the puppy in a crate next to my bed. On the third the sobs were so heartrending that I gave up, reached down and plunked him on the bed. The scheming little bastard gave a squeak of joy, squeezed himself in between my ear and shoulder, and promptly began to snore.