I only wish I’d thought of it first

trashcore is the perf name for the Yeezy aesthetic.

The thing about these shoes and practicality is that they two are completely divorced on purpose. Blisters and the sweat don’t matter because these are shoes for people who are all but carried a very short distance from one red velvet rope destination to another.

Yeah, I like to think of myself as body positive and all that, but the deep-rooted fears I have about someone else seeing my (extremely arbitrary and completely irrelevant) clothing size show me how far I still have to go.

I think tag embarrassment often has more to do with one’s clothing size being visible, as well as the price one paid for the garment. Neither of these data points actually matter, but man am I afraid of inviting judgment for one or both.

Yep. Just the same old women-hating corporate overlords repackaged for an authenticity-gobbling niche.

I could not agree more. No one gives me more pushback on getting rid of problematic shit than the “liberal” men in my life. They cling to their self-righteousness and perpetuate the problem. I’m very done with coddling them.

Yeah, flipping through Terry Richardson photos and Vice articles while wearing an AA bodysuit was the hipster equivalent of the Cool Girl. It’s always so frustrating that women are pressured to conform and participate in all this sexist bullshit to gain a modicum of value to the men around them.

So convenient, right?

I am so tired. I feel like I’ve been shouting into the void for years that a lot of these cultural touchstones for cool, hip youth (Vice, American Apparel, etc) are the same old toxic and misogynistic tropes wrapped up in a new aesthetic. I’m tired of women’s bodies being commodified and used to reinforce the money…

Every morning I wake up, secure in the knowledge that the nadir of America reached yesterday has continued its unrelenting descent into further depths decay and madness. Let Megyn Kelly Today be my inarguable proof.

My husband and I were visiting my parents last night and we watched this together. My parents have always projected liberal attitudes and the belief in every human being deserving equality and respect, but they’re older now, and suddenly I don’t recognize them.

I left teaching 7th and 8th grade last June. Sometimes I miss it, but every time there’s a fidget spinner story or slime video, I feel overwhelming relief. There but for the grace of God...

I recently left teaching after years in multiple schools with strict dress codes. Some things I miss, but I am so thankful I don’t have to have any more long, drawn out conversations with sullen 13-year-olds and their pissed off parents about why sock logos and nail polish colors have resulted in detentions. It’s not…

Nahh, he grew up near where I grew up and word on the street is that he’s always been a pretty entitled d-bag. Beyond that, the stuff with their pets is not particularly great. People who mistreat their animals generally aren’t outstanding folks.

Yo, as a very short person with a sizeable rack (and functioning eyeballs), I would like to extend a hearty “fuck you” to the various designers, manufacturers, and buyers who decided this was the aesthetic to push on the unsuspecting public.

#goals!!!!

“Nasty Harpy” has a nice ring to it...

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