This isn’t very nice but whatever.
This isn’t very nice but whatever.
Just when you thought there was nothing new under the sun to really despise, over the weekend, a breakthrough:…
Hooray for being fat and happy! And skinny and happy! Fuck it, be happy.
That’s not what begging the question means. The conclusion of the argument here (whatever the hell that argument might be) isn’t included inherently in any premises.
Josiah Bartlet.
I have fat arms as a leftover from spending my adolescence being obese. At my thinnest, when I was even less comfortable with myself then I am now for some reason, my friends mother came up to me after she was showing off how thin I was. She pinched the fat on my arms and told me I should wear long sleeves. I cried,…
Thank you. I am a little taken aback by the number of responses here that basically equate to: “Tough luck, the syllabus is the syllabus, so suck it up and get naked in front of your professor because art.” Ummmmm, no. And it’s not OK just because there is a substitute requirement to “get emotionally naked.”*
I do know something about art and I am a performance artist and this is just ridiculous and offensive. No one should have to perform naked in a college course at any age or level. The dude is clearly a pervert who is totally getting off on this. This is absolutely unnecessary. I also happen to have taught a little,…
That may be true, but it’s not actually bourbon. The EU is weird and makes shit up, but even though some people call a bottle of sparkling wine from California champagne, it’s not actually champagne. There are literally federal regulations in the the U.S. about what constitutes bourbon, and being made here is one of…
There’s a story Jewish people tell their kids (it’s not in the Torah, it’s a Midrash) about how Abraham smashed all the idols in his dad’s shop when he was a kid. I think that might be what she’s referring to. I think what she’s saying about the Oscar is kind of sweet! It’s symbolic of not worshipping fame and stuff.…
Agree. Have just been informed that we don’t have the hookup or space for a dishwasher and also that we can’t afford one and that “I told you to use my work number only for emergencies.”
Sucks to be those of us in rentals with no dishwasher. Wasting our money, time, water, self-respect, etc.
A couple of weeks ago, I was trawling Soundcloud when I was abruptly paralyzed by something—a track with the fairly…
Maybe you weren’t a preteen when he was a handsome young prince, as I was. But I did get a chuckle at the suggestion that my standards are narrow because a blue-eyed, blond white man no longer fits them, so thanks for that.
I think you should blur the phone number ASAP. This child does not need strangers from the internet calling her.
They always remind me of the fake commercials from Welcome to Night Vale. They’re so perfect in their cold, absurdest nihilism.
This just made me remember a great one from a friend of mine at an appointment with a student health doctor. Her name’s Kate, but for some reason this guy called her Katie. Then when she corrected him, he got a little pissy about it and said something like “Eh, what’s the difference?” She looked at his name tag, which…
You're supposed to use a red duck and impact font for bad advice, remember?
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