It’s pretty damn obvious that a lot of these groups would rather go down in flames and ruined reputations than do anything meaningful at all--that’s how much they value being racist, misogynist assholes.

I feel bad for the winner! This should be one of the biggest triumphs of her career so far but it’s just “who cares? NAOMI!” 

Also, eventually get this shit in front of The Stacked Nine and enshrine it as the law of the land. See: ridiculous, cruel abortion laws.

Pizza snobs drive me insane. Especially the ones who combine fashionable food restrictions* with whining that “nobody does it” like some random mom and pop shop in the Bronx. No, our gluten free crust is not vegan. Sorry, but it has to have some actual ingredients in it.

Where he will probably catch COVID due to the criminally low rates of vaccination.

Broken laws, you say?

Look at that tacky ass mural on the right! It is every failed comic book artist’s dream of a “feminist” super hero team that kills with sexy sexy sex.

This is EXACTLY the mindset VS catered to; the men who honestly thought women wore garter belts and merry widows as everyday underwear. Like, you put that stuff on when you know it is coming off in fifteen minutes and not one second before.

I don’t understand how they sell such a limited size range when their entire product placement seems to be BIG OL’ TITTIES. I get that they expected their teenage models to be semi-starved with implants, but why make bras that could never fit around them?

Everything about the aesthetic is so ticky-tacky; a superficial gloss of  “glamour” over bad sizing, fitting, construction and marketing.

I saw it in the theater and was horrified as well. I had aged out of the demographic, which is probably why it never appealed to me in that way, but the notion of these children constantly performing what they see as “maturity” in the most shortsighted, dangerous ways really hit me.

There has to be a solution somewhere, because right now the homeless mentally ill population is neck deep in crisis and not getting any help.

Hear hear!

*rushes to outfit entire home to do nothing but cater to a binturong’s every whim*

*Pictures the chaotic, screaming wreckage  that would ensue if our typical customer was allowed anywhere near our ovens*

The book Fast Food Nation has a whole chapter on Subway, franchising, and all the ways it’s an ouroboros. 

When I’m cooking and drop a piece of onion or whatever on the floor, I pick it up and chuck into the pan. It’s getting cooked, any germ that lives through that deserves a shot.

When I’m done with the dishes and need to take an Advil, I use a coffee mug for the water and then put it back in the cupboard. I JUST DID THE DISHES, I’M NOT DOING ANY MORE DISHES.

Bring on the remainder of eternity!