Within literature, this technique, when done well can produce a Chinese Box. A story within a story within a story. That is how pre-colonial European literature operated. With the collapse of old orders and the centering of bourgeoisie values such as free trade, the nuclear family, colour symbolism (this allowed them…

Skin to skin contact is beneficial for infants because it promotes bonding. I promise that it will not give you a boner.

If you were thinking to yourself, “Gee, I need some more Tig Notaro in my life”

i am not hating on jared leto, for the record. i think he looks fucking awesome and is funny and fun.

I discussed this issue earlier on the Muse but I feel they are relevant here as well.

The only good Monday is a Manic Monday and right now that’s too sad to think about.

What if...okay what if...guys guys what if...what if food ate people?

Ta-Nehisi Coates put it the best possible way in his editorial: the simple fact and tragedy of this film and the mentality behind it is that a young Nina Simone would not have been cast in a movie about her own life.

Funnily enough he was offered the role

I don’t know. While not a match physically, he really does embody the spirit of Michael Jackson. Literally, of course. So I guess I’m okay with it.

True, but I believe all macho is pseudo-macho, I guess. All macho behavior compensates for something.

My aunt proposed to my uncle on the beach, back in the 80s when that was a bit scandalous :)

Nah, don't bother. They aren't worth it. Best gif ever, though.

A white boy or a black girl would not be suspended in the same way. People view whiteness as morality, and femaleness as powerlessness; a white boy “doesn’t mean any harm” (even though he’s certainly capable of it if he stares hard enough, apparently), and a black girl is entirely incapable of harm (and everything…

I’m not sure. Then again I don’t consider myself a manly man. I’m 30, I still don’t even feel like a man, I feel like I have a lot more growing up to do. The whole MRA thing and male ego, I don’t get at all. I can’t even explain it. Maybe if I liked sports I’d get it, I don’t know.

THE BLACKS LOVE ME. Especially when I call them “the blacks.”

“Why, some of my best friends are—”

I’ve long suspected that this is the case with many bigoted people who claim gay (or black, or Hispanic, or Muslim) friends and that they’re almost always talking about a kindly acquaintance or a long-suffering employee or a schoolmate who has better things to do than confront the idiot who always ends up in their…

Winter’s great. Don’t start something.