My dream is that she reads a book without pictures.

Slowly,she reaches for her balaclava. If it weren’t for that pepsi commercial, she’d still be safely asleep in her bubble of wealth and privilege. This shames her. “Fuck capitalism” she whispers to herself. “Fuck the man.” A year slides down her cheek as she slips into her car (something normal, like a Versa) and…

If this would happen to Trump as well, then we might actually make some good progress.

Please tell me more about the loamy soil of her soul churning, Pizzafarts. Record someone with a deep sonorous voice reciting your narration of her inner turmoil. My laundry is caught up and your words are compelling.

I might be off here, but have you been playing Pokémon?

Ah the luxury of having never bought an item from Walmart. You obviously have never lived in a small town with poor parents, and the only place for 30 miles is a Walmart. In rural areas, it’s a necessity.

Oh sososo happy to hear I’m not the ONLY polyester “stink” machine in the world. xxoo:-(cf

I physically cringed throughout that whole video. God was that terrible on every level.

“Now these three drawers are labeled ‘Overly Self-Critical...’ do you think I should sub categorize these out? I’m so lazy! I never follow through! My sister is better at everything!”

I have a garbage ex who always whined that he couldn’t be held accountable for not being a slob because he didn’t “see” the messes. But I did not want to date a man-child who needed to be given a list of chores. That was just one of many pieces of emotional labor he had no intention of taking responsibility for.

After a certain age (mid 30s I’d say) there’s definitely an expectation that if you’re single and remotely functional you’ve had at least one serious long-term relationship under your belt, and the ones that haven’t yet get skirted around, whether rightly or wrongly. The up-side of that, in my experience, is that…

It’s hard to criticize someone for not pitching in with groceries or housekeeping when you realize that not-ramen for dinner and cleanliness is somehow a “you” thing.

As I got older, I went from, “Maybe unmarried guys in their 40s just haven’t found the right person yet,” to, “Oh my sweet Christ, that’s why* he’s single.”

“The bad traits sort of melt away into the overall picture of who the person is.”

I asked a guy out for lunch. He said yes. We agreed on the day. He said he’d call me that morning to set time. He didn’t call. I went by myself and ate a good lunch. I kinda looked for him as I sat in the crowded restaurant. I saw him weeks later. He apologized and said he lost my number. I felt pretty humiliated. I…

and this should be celebrated! *shoots self*

Why does Jared Kushner look like he’s dying from tuberculosis?

Agreed. It sort of frightened me that Lankford was legit interested in what was being said instead of visibly scoffing or interrupting or asking asinine questions.

I was legit shocked that Lankford let him finish. I was sure he was going to have the police drag him out in the middle of that.

So the tiniest, insubtatiated hint that women would acknowledge the commodified nature of their sexuality in our culture and try to monetize it, is worse than extensively-documented incidents of male athletes violently coercing gratificatio from less valued persons (women) and thereby maintaining the social structures…