Part of me feels bad about having flipped off a catcaller a little while ago because I’ve had way worse encounters recently, but the rest of me is like YO you have dealt with super aggressive catcallers/harrassers every single day for at least ten days straight FUCK IT ALL FUCK DIPSHITS HE IS PART OF THE PROBLEM.
Plus this guy was driving a bus so I figured all he could do to retaliate was yell or shoot me or run me over, and ugh who even fucking cares at that point.
But like shit y’all— I am so fed up with this shit, especially because my brain keeps going, “I should go home earlier or take cabs part way home or dress even more like a boring shithead,” and then I’m like NO DIPSHIT DO WHATEVER YOU WANT and then I’m like CALM DOWN AND DON’T YELL AT YOURSELF FOR THAT SHIT.
I don’t know.
I hate this?
Like also I’m not even home yet. I still have to get myself home.
I hate this so much.
I hate this.
Andre Braugher is an actor so in love with Shakespeare that he is saving ‘Pericles, Prince of Tyre’ for later in life. ‘I’ve never read it because I’d like to see one Shakespeare play that I don’t know what happens,’ Braugher told me one afternoon. He sighed dreamily. ‘I close my ears and hum whenever I hear anything about ‘Pericles, Prince of Tyre.’
Whenever I hear the "Women are paid $.78 for the man’s $1" I flip it around.
Men make $1.22 for every woman’s $1.
It interests me that even the most common simple measure of gender inequality is firmly based on male-as-normative …
So good. So, so good.
This is amazing.
My cats are fine now, btw!
One of the most delightful “inside baseball” moments in a while.
I love that not only are the impressions niche and for a very hyper specific set of people, but so is the subject matter.
This was absolutely fucking incredible. I cackled for 3 minutes straight and now my office thinks I’m insane.
So fucking good!
I CANNOT STOP WATCHING THIS. Each time a different impression becomes my favorite. Also I wish I could see one of these dudes reacting to this video for the first time but it’s probably too late for that.
So I posted about how content I was feeling w/r/t working and having tasty food and feeling clean and ready to sleep and then I moved and realized I didn’t even try to towel dry my hair and apparently my hair had a lot of water in/on it and so now there is a very very very large wet spot on my comforter from my hair just chilling and dripping.
And now I’ve checked my shirt and—sure enough—half of the back is soaked with hairwater.
Also hairwater is maybe an unnecessarily gross way of describing it since it is, yes, water from my hair, but it’s also specifically water left in my hair after rinsing shampoo and conditioner out of it. That changes things. Still, I apparently like to say dumb gross words so HEY THERE IS HAIRWATER ALL OVER MY SHIRT AND BED EW EW EW EW.
Tonight I did a catering thing and my break meal was basically small piles of merguez and grapes and grilled portobello mushrooms marinated in balsamic vinaigrette and I brought home leftovers and ate toast with cherry jam and more grapes and guzzled some water and took a hot shower and changed my sheets and I feel very tired but also very content.