i will never forget in 2022 when i went to the same starbucks every day for like 4 months. and every day i ordered the same thing (grande iced matcha latte with oat milk). and every day it was the same barista and he was so rude to me every single time. and then one day i got in line and he immediately started making my matcha latte when he saw me and as i went to grab it off the counter, he stopped me and looked in my eyes and said "i'm sorry i'm such an asshole to you every day. this job sucks everyone is such a dick to me and youre the only regular who isnt so i take it out on you. and that probably wont change but im sorry anyway." and then the next time i went, he was rude as fuck to me again like nothing had ever happened. life is so strange.
SEBASTIAN STAN GOLDEN GLOBES 2025
Can I purchase Trauma Credits to offset my Privileges?
Help shorthistorian is adding Indulgences In A Secular Gay Hat to our Catholocism In A Secular Gay Hat
not that heavy
Political cartoonist does her job makes cartoon about media kowtowing to dictator. Cartoon is killed by editor b/c one media figure is paper’s owner. Political cartoonist quits job on principle. This is not a case of “biting the hand that feeds you”, this is demonstrating a threat to free speech.
all right everyone let's hear it for ACETAMINOPHEN let's give it up for STORE-BRAND TYLENOL let me hear you make some NOISE
Happy New Year! Josef Lada, 1928
queer people on this site really make me feel like a confused straight guy at pride. the discourse here could kill a man
"why polyamorous people aren't valid" "mspec lesbians AREN'T okay actually" "aroallos are freaks" "he/him dni. cis men dni" "this post is for non-men only" yessss and the one with long hair goes in the girl box, then the one with short hair goes in the boy box!!
maybe I'm just a boring he/him white guy but inventing about 7 trillion terms to define "man" and "woman" so you can reinforce gender essentialism isn't very "love is love" of you. maybe i just don't have a sexuality but picking and choosing what sexualities are normal and which ones are "weird and predatory" sounds like we're all a bunch of republicans on fox news. if you attend your local pride parade and look REAAALLLYYY closely, you'll notice you can't actually tell if someone's gay or not from their appearance, and there's no way to know if they're "invading queer spaces". maybe it's just me, but when i attended my local gaybar last night for the drag show, they didn't ask for my gay-card with a peer reviewed diagnosis of faggot stamped on it. they just let me in the building. i live a life of bliss and luxury in not caring about any queer discourse ever, and just going "WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY :-)" while booting up the latest cod game. and it seems much more fun than whatever the fuck you people are on about
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Do you ever randomly remember something that happened to you that you felt sort of blasé about at the time and then promptly forgot about, but realistically should’ve been a way bigger deal? Yeah anyway I just remembered that time I drove over 250km with barely functioning brakes because the fluid line had a leak. But by the time I worked that out I was already like an hour from home and decided that it was fine because if I pumped the brake pedal enough they worked. I drove all around two towns like that. I got groceries and went to the butcher. Huh????
Yeah, for me this is that time a couple months ago where my brakes blew out completely (pads fell off the calipers) and I parked long enough to figure out where I was going and drove five miles on city highways to get to the good mechanic by my house. Using the hand brake where necessary.
It's something that usually happens because you wind up in very stressful situations that no one around you takes especially seriously a lot, so you wind up getting used to discounting your own risk assessments and/or habitually underestimating how dangerous a situation is.
Especially health-wise, if the family motto is push through it. I have fainted on a bicycle due to anemia. I was exhausted enough that I couldn't stand for longer than five minutes, which resulted in me sitting down on the floor in office hallways when a chair wasn't available. In hindsight, that and that I had fallen going up crowded stairs like three days before - you know, it might have made it a reasonable decision not to get on a bike and cycle the 9 kilometres home in traffic?
But all my family were so supportive of the fact I found a way of exercising that I liked because the most important thing about anyone female-presenting is that they achieve weight loss. I wanted to make them proud.
(It's all right, I don't have those reproductive organs anymore. And yoga's been aces at making me appreciate what my body can do, not how it looks.)
2025
BE A STUDENT OF WHAT YOU ADMIRE
DO IT BADLY RATHER THAN NOT AT ALL
TO DESPAIR IS TO CEDE VICTORY TO THOSE WHO DO NOT DESERVE IT
BROADEN YOUR CULTURAL HORIZONS
REVEL IN THE ANALOGUE
ACTION ABSORBS ANXIETY
GRIEF IS PRODUCTIVE; GUILT IS NOT
"do it badly rather than not at all" is something i need to remember. it's okay to make terrible art so long as you're having a good time with it.
"scythes are impractical as a weapon" ok but does anything else have the Cunt. i think not
skill issue tbh
We've found them. The Sole Orange Wielder of the Brain Cell.
Brain Cells Georg
Yes. YES!
The Tiger is Out!
I read it as jorg but the j like the j in jam and the g like the g in green.
I took that sugar cube as a child. I also remember the March of Dimes sign on the easel at many stores, all with dimes stuck on them.
I've told this story more than once, and I'm telling it again because it changed my life. When I was a kid I was terrified of needles, and hated getting all my shots. I was a sick kid with a lot of undiagnosed disabilities, and my gramp picked up on the anxiety I had and decided to talk to me about it. He offered to take me to get my flu shot for a christmas gift that year, and when I grumbled about getting a flu shot he said, "well, I had scarlet fever when I was your age. My parents didn't believe in doctors so I wasn't allowed to get my shots, and so I got very sick and almost died."
It stopped me in my tracks. I was 6. I had heard from adults my whole life that shots were important, but I didn't really understand the consequences of not getting them. I asked him to tell me why his parents didn't believe in doctors. He said he grew up out in the midwest on a farm, and his parents were "a type of christian" that believed people got sick because god wanted them to get sick, and going to the doctor was going against what god wanted. His parents were terrified of making god angry, which was something I could understand considering I was raised evangelical. But I was confused because he HADN'T died. I asked him how he'd made it this far if he had never been allowed to go to the doctor and he'd been so sick.
And he told me that when he turned 15 he'd run away from home, hopped on a train that took him all the way up to New York, and started asking door to door where he could get these new vaccines he'd heard about. Everyone told him the air force base was the place to go. He went in, asked around, and got his vaccines. At 16, he had his very first annual physical. Shortly after he met my gram, who was the telephone operator for the doctors office he went to every year for his checkups. And he told me as we sat there in the doctor's office that he was the ONLY person on both sides of his family to live past the age of 60.
I was both horrified and amazed. I went in, got my shot, and he held my hand and said he was proud of me because what I was doing was important. I was still very scared of needles, but it was easier to deal with the sore arm knowing I was keeping myself safe. He lived to be 90 years old, and he was proud to be the first person in his assisted living facility to be vaccinated for covid. When we went to visit him for his 90th birthday just before he died I asked him what he was proud of doing now that he was 90, and he said he was proud of living this long because as a child no one believed anyone could survive the things he could. He said he was perfectly happy to have married, had kids and grandkids, and eat his Applebees knowing he'd cheated death 15 times over.
An opinion piece I photographed from an 1860s small press periodical from Hartford Connecticut.
Get your fucking vaccinations.
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