Australian Rules Football. I want speckies, dammit.

This was my dad’s primary technique with us and it worked spectacularly well.

Eh, my dad’ll bring out the family ice cube bin (aka. a tupperware thing w/ one or two trays’ worth of ice) and pass it around at big holiday meals. It’s handy if you don’t have an ice machine in the fridge door.

This this this this this. This above all others is the argument that makes me pro-choice, from a medical ethics standpoint. If you can’t force someone to donate their kidney, you sure as hell can’t force them to lease their uterus. Donating blood is nice and good, sure, but we don’t fucking mandate it.

Also a lot of the less serious harassment isn’t... super easy to pin down? It’s when you wear a shirt that’s more low cut than you realized, and suddenly there are a lot of men standing uncomfortably close and glancing downwards during conversations. You can tell something’s off and that it’s part of a pattern, but…

A lot of times women brush shit off because we’re supposed to just “get along with it,” especially after the minor stuff. Plus people don’t want to think it’s happened to them, you know? People compartmentalize.

I’d rather these dudes just said “what he did was horrible, this industry is awful to women and I believe them” and leave it at that. None of this trying to justify ignorance bullshit. Weinstein being a creep was a fucking open secret, if even an east coast rando like me had heard the rumors there’s no way he didn’t.

I started doing some active stuff that bangs down on your heel a lot, and noticed that now when I’m in socks I step on the balls to sort of compensate.

Dance walk! There was a short story in a magazine when I was a kid, about a former ballerina who had to quit dance school and go to the regular high school, and the part that stuck in my mind was all the kids making fun of her “duck walk” for a hot second. One of my camp counselors was a dancer so she walked that way,…

I remember a conversation ~2015 with a bunch of other women where we were like, “Vice has been surprisingly... on point recently? And not scummy? Are they good now?”

It costs up to a day’s worth of non-salaried pay + the ID fee, because you have to go the DMV (notorious for their efficient and quick-moving customer service) during business hours. Of course, that’s assuming your job lets you take that time off in the first place.

Normally I’d argue that PA only counts as midwest from Pittsburgh westward, but... it fits.

There’s a house nearish me that has a Black Lives Matter sign AND one of those blue lives matter flag, and every time I pass it it’s just like... wut.

There’s a good video essay about satire vs. Nazis out there that goes into that phenomenon (as part of the larger point).

*whispers* The Rock ‘N Roll Hall of fame is a dull and shitty for-profit museum that isn’t the price of admission. It’s a Hard Rock Cafe minus the burgers.

Arguably “going out top” ≠ nice blouse. Well made blouses are good. 

It’s so, so fucking easy to say you won’t panic before something panic-worthy actually happens.

Congrats on doing shit! I really like being alone and need it to recharge, but lord does it fuck with my mental health if it doesn’t get broken up every now and then. You’re right about practice; the key seems to be having a regular thing you actually like, so you can look forward to it and tell yourself, “I know I’ll…

I would argue that there’s a key difference between loneliness and being alone.

I’ve seen people theorize that it’s a density thing. In cities, where everyone’s squished together, you prioritize privacy, but in more rural areas you prioritize interactions because there are fewer people around.