I guffawed the first time I read the not-quite-accurate, titillating headline: “Lesbians beaten for refusing to kiss.” For starters, I’m bisexual, but that’s besides the point. My memories of the fight are addled by adrenaline. Maddeningly, I don’t remember exactly how it started. My persisting anger is directed not towards the idiots on the bus but the reduction of my battered face to cheap clickbait.
The press coverage, and timely law enforcement response, was not coincidental to our complexions. Neither was the disproportionate online reaction over the victimisation of a pretty brunette and blonde. The commodification and exploitation of my face came at the expense of other victims whose constant persecution apparently does not warrant similar moral outrage.
Every time someone justifies something evil and awful like the oil industry or the salmon farms with “but it provides jobs” I want to scream “FUCK JOBS”. Seriously. Fuck them. Fuck jobs. Fuck them and fuck using them as a bartering chip to destroy the environment and fuck acting like jobs are worth destroying the environment for anyway.
if the parchment paper that annabelle allegedly wrote notes on wasn’t something the girls had in the house, did annabelle go out and purchase some? did annabelle go to a store, browse an aisle for spooky paper, and hand over money to a cashier?
the cashier, handing change to a raggedy ann doll:
One of the dumbest IBS theories I’ve ever heard is that people normally have some sort of blockade to stop them from feeling digestion but that people with IBS don’t and that’s why they’re in pain (totally explains all the other symptoms too, right?)
In other news I’m currently in agony and there’s nothing I can do about it except wait. Guess I should stop digesting so much
probably the funniest interaction i’ve had with someone i do not know is the day i had jury duty so my friend pop dropped me off at it and went to class downtown with the agreement she’d pick me up after she got out of class, and if i gout out of jury duty early she’d pick me up from the houston library which was a couple blocks down and easy to walk to and a place you could stay all day with no questions asked
anyways while there i started drawing and this dude kept getting closer and closer till he was like in the chair next to me and was like ‘what a beautiful drawing’ and i’m like thanks but
him saying that reminded me i had been in that position for a couple hours and i really needed to pop my neck so i did
and he immediately called me a disgusting bitch and got up and slammed the chair he was in back into the table and was like ‘can you believe this woman’ to several people who were just trying to read some research books and
god this is such an old meme but here. here is my take of the day
if anyone who sees this isn’t aware: the dodo is owned by PETA :) on the surface a lot of their videos are really cute, but the more you watch, the more you see questionable stuff like this