Yes. He did grow up with wealth beyond the dreams of 99% of us, yes, but also with a level of scrutiny and rage-focus beyond those dreams too. I can only imagine the filth and grossness that would be aimed at a non-het child in this family with no breaks, 24-7.

When that national hero spat on Eric, the Secret Service took her into custody for a couple of hours, presumably so they could all shake her hands, buy her drinks, and propose marriage.

COLD shitty fast food! At least when you buy your own trash food it’s hot and tastes like it’s supposed to.

The thing is, Burns actually displayed more cognitive function in trying to use the telephone machine than Dump has ever displayed.

While belching, shitting, and gnawing a Big Mac.

That shit’s bugged me since I was in Brownies. 

Sure. It’s not like he isn’t a happy traitor in real life--he just rubs his groin on Old Glory to make his drooling masses open their wallets.

I’ll engage in meaningful dialogue when they learn to fucking talk.

I actively cross the street to avoid people who are behaving less outrageously than this creature habitually does.

My husband will be surprised when I tell him I’m a lesbian, but when he realizes he, too, would rather die than bone Dump, we can sail off to the Grecian Isles together.

They are related to the chicken!

And can be valuable watchbirds.

White society definitely has a privacy fetish when it comes to abusing its own. The stereotyped WASP family that drinks and keeps the doors closed during the beatings didn’t come from nowhere. But it was considered personal, and not a socially sanctioned, society approved method of power and release. Whereas society…

It’s amazing how and where this kind of tone-deafness crops up. On Riverdale, a crazy-ass show that doesn’t have the best record with racial issues, a big plot point centered around a white, blonde, blue eyed healthy male baby that was given up for adoption but not placed with a family.

GO FUNGUS! GO GO GO!

That look still is judgy as hell.

Oh man, I’m so sorry for your mom!

How do they manage that???

Our Peanut went through a phase where he not only wanted in the fridge, he figured out how to paw it open! (it was pretty old and the seal was easy to hook a paw in.) We had to keep the damn thing wedged shut with a chair, with a big jar of decorative rocks I bought at the Target on the seat, for months.

Thought he’d just go for a spin....