eeckinja
Queen of the Introverts
eeckinja

“Guns don’t kill people, people do. And monkeys, too (if they’ve got a gun).”

Um, no we definitely don’t. Muh-wau-kee. The L only gets pronounced when we talk to out-of-towners.

“I am not a shrimp. I am a KING PRAWN.”

Them: “Show me an example of structural racism.”

My Prius beeps at me if I leave the car running and start walking away with the key. Problem solved.

As someone who grew up in the burbs (I’m talking Waukesha County, where people consider Tosa part of the city—there are buses and sidewalks!), I co-sign all of this thread. I believe the Elm Grove town charter used to prohibit Jews from living there. There was not a single black kid in my school, and I graduated from

Dear Fellow White Girl,

I use ***, or as it usually turns out “8888"

“...he should be able to be reinstated.”

Born in Brookfield, I’ll die in Riverwest.

Whoa, motor scooters? Suburban Milwaukee was not cool enough for those.

This exactly. Except replace the Cabriolets with Civics, Dodge Neons and Saturns. Or my mom’s minivan.

I listened Tori, Sarah McLachlan and Ani DiFranco back then (and a little bit of PJ), and liked them all. But Exile in Guyville will forever be my absolute favorite album ever.

You’re not the only one.

I bought season 1 on DVD but kept my pirated copies specifically because of the music. That show got me through some hard times. There was a website somewhere where someone put together lists of the music from each episode-I’ve still got a little Life playlist I listen to regularly.

I’m on the straight end of the spectrum, but my first thought on watching this video was a little prayer for my bisexual and lesbian sisters out there, so that they could survive this video.

It’s pronounced “Graah-pee.” Father Groppi was one of the city’s most outspoken civil rights activists in the 1960s. So no one’s going to make fun of the name.

Yeah, I came here to say that. “....nearly half...”

Yeah. My job would be to make sure they just enjoy the hospitality, not try to decide shit.

I’d be very honored if I could be the official White Girl Wrangler of the Wakandan court. Like, I’d just sit in the back, all quiet, until some white woman like Betsy DeVos or Rachel Dolezal starts opening her mouth to speak. Before anyone even needed to say “Come get ya girl,” I’d be up next to them, whispering in