A song that’s touching me today.
Missy Higgins voice really kills me in this song.
Racism is one of those topics where people expect intention to trump whatever it is that actually happened.
Like, dude makes racist comment. I point out that’s racist and it makes me angry. Dude points out, he didn’t mean to make me angry and can’t I take a joke and have a laugh.
Let’s say you burn my house down. Now. You didn’t mean to. Maybe you were trying to light a fire in the fireplace. But does that change the fact that now I’ve got no goddamn house?
Does this mean I need to offer to make your ass some motherflipping S’mores? Oh hell no.
This means you apologise for burning my house, and start trying to make that shit right.
So too, with the unintended harm you cause when you say or do some fucked up racist shit.
This book should be two words “why not?” and the rest is pictures.
I actually own this book. It was a Christmas gift.
Every once in a while I take it down from the shelf and flip through it, marveling at its apparent sincerity.
I’ve had the same ipod mini for almost 6 years, and he’s been in excellent working condition the whole time.
But recently I’ve noticed that he hasn’t been keeping a charge very well. It looks like the end is coming.
I’m going to miss you, Stan.
WRARMS - A New Way for you to hate yourself
Much like cankles indicate a sufficient lack of difference between your calves and your ankles, wrarms indicates a suffient lack of difference between your wrist and your arms.
If you don’t hate yourself enough yet, you just aren’t trying hard enough.
I know I should be annoyed that my period pain pills are pink, because it buys into the “pink is for girls” culture that is everywhere.
But come on. How cute are these pills?
I dare you to look at this picture and not search for Zoolander.