Yay Christmas tree!
even if i fucking hate you i won’t send you anon hate because my parents didn’t raise me in the jungle
a good friend sent me this screenshot from his facebook feed today and wow
can we just talk about male assault for a second
and how shit like this is why men are less likely to report being raped because society tells them that they “got lucky” or whatever the fuck bullshit that is
and how there’s people like this who think that’s just the funniest shit they’ve ever heard
not to mention that “joke,” meaning that if you don’t enjoy being raped by the opposite gender then well you MUST be gay
hilarious. sexual assault is so fucking hilarious. wow, you’re all comedy geniuses; your parents must be so damn proud.
because absolutely none of this is funny.
I’m literally ill
This is not a joke and it is not funny.
scientists could scour the arctic for decades and never find anything colder than this
The selfie suggests something in picture form—I think I look [beautiful] [happy] [funny] [sexy]. Do you?—that a girl could never get away with saying. It puts the gaze of the camera squarely in a girl’s hands, and along with it, the power to influence the photo’s interpretation. As psychiatrist Josie Howard recently told Refinery29’s Kristin Booker, selfies “may reset the industry standard of beauty to something more realistic.” On #selfiesunday, an often giddy end-of-weekend selfie-fest, the middle school girls on my feed run the gamut from serious to silly. Some girls are working it, sure, but others have their tongues half out as if to say, I know I look stupid. But I choose to, and I’m beating you to the judgment punch.
I like my coffee how I like myself: Dark, bitter, and too hot for you.
Toews: Do you remember the first time we played on the same team, the Junior Flyers?
Kane: Yeah. When we were what, 13?
Toews: Glory days. Your good buddy — one of the biggest loudmouths I’ve ever met — was the goalie. Never stopped talking. Kaner, you were the opposite. Same way you are now … seemingly quiet but definitely confident. You just walked into the [dressing room] wearing your flip-flops, put your bag down and slowly put on your gear. Then you’d just go onto the ice. I was used to being the top scorer on the team. Then you came along and started beating me in points every single game. I was like, “How does this little guy go out there and do that?”
Kane: A year or two earlier we had played your Winnipeg team. We beat you guys by a couple of goals, but everyone was like, “Who’s this Toews kid? We have to get him on our team.” We’d try to get all the best players from the Detroit area, the Buffalo area, the Toronto area. We started branching out and they brought you in for that tournament. Everyone was amazed. You were pretty much the same player that you are today. Two-way center, same stride. Low to the ice.