I teach high school, but nothing has made me feel so old as when I saw one of the first fifth graders I ever worked with when I was a teenager now working at the movie theatre…
I’m so goddamn old.
This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.
I was up until like 12:30 last night talking with one of my best friends about feminism and how much we hate Republicans.
That right there folks, is the American dream.
Take that, Gatsby.
but all my favorite *new* music comes out of New Zealand.
So I think I’ve got to figure something out, as I cannot afford to go to concerts in New Zealand and Australia…
If I could talk to Lorde right now, you know what I’d tell her?
I’d tell her not to let people change who she is. I’d tell her that if people are making fun of her, it’s probably because they’ve lost touch with being human. I’d tell her to keep on doing what she does, because when someone’s not allowed to express who they are inside, then we all lose.
That’s what I would say to Lorde,