March 2009
154 posts
pleasedontsqueezetheshaman:
mintygreen:
Miasma, my dashboard is making me whimper.
I’ll stop, I’ll stop. It’s the fumes, I swear.
Hey, don’t stop just for me. Fetal position is actually pretty comfortable, though I think my coworkers are a little weirded out by the soft keening noises.
Miasma, my dashboard is making me whimper.
So my team for this relay just decided on a theme, and it is Boogie Nights. We are going to run 175 miles in retro pornstar outfits.
I think this is a good thing?
Six word story.
inothernews:
karenuhoh:
bowlingalleylawyer:
notesfromundervault:
socialexperiment:
oneshouldreadeverything:
comeanddance:
witharmsakimbo:
sethrader:
growingup:
danceablyangry:
juxtaposition:
danceablyangry:
imlouise:
alixjay:
laurelanne:
We stopped caring. The world ended.
Write your own six word stories. You’re a creative bunch.
GO!
Giving up is easy, loving...
Oh, how the Plumbers have fallen.
My cameraphone does that bunny a disservice.
sistermarymartha:
She was so cute and tiny and a sweet chocolate brown. And she sniffed at my hand gently, then turned sideways to get a better look at me. apparently she was part of some kind of magic-street show.
You saw her yourself? In person! (In bunny?) I’m so jealous! She is way cuter in that second picture.
“For the record, I have definitely been wet, naked, on acid, and feminist, though...”
– Multiphasic
isopod:
I love hearing all your stories.
I second that.
minou:
isopod:
For Minou, regarding this.
My experience has been a combination of both of yours. Like both of you, I had the kind of family that creates feminists. I think my mom might have been a little more deliberate about it—I definitely remember conversations about women’s rights from an early age—but the result was basically the same. I have been a feminist since...
These are true stories.
subjecttomeg:
minou:
Boarding school was, from what I recall, 4 years of acid and skinny dipping. See? I told you I was that person.
Susan Minot tells it better than I can.
Acid was one of the few drugs I did (a handful of times), because I had weird, illogical rules that were to keep me from becoming a drug addict like the rest of my fam. But I never went skinny dipping. I always wanted...
I am wickedly crabby, for no legitimate reason (but several illegitimate ones). I wish I had a punching bag in my apartment.
I do not appreciate the culture of man-hating.
gummoe:
mintygreen:
sistermarymartha:
Any more than you appreciate the culture of women-hating.
Amen, Sister.
Where are these cultures? I do not see them. Explicitly, I mean. And I assume we’re talking about explicit hating here and not implicitly gendered cultural structures.
Woman-hating. Man-hating. (Well, not exactly, but certainly man-resenting.) I’m too lazy to go find new...
I do not appreciate the culture of man-hating.
sistermarymartha:
Any more than you appreciate the culture of women-hating.
Amen, Sister.
Unintentional homage to M. Lewinsky
When you are at work, and you are wearing a navy shirt, and you are eating vanilla yogurt— well, it’s best to be careful.
Dear Lesbians of New York City,
fatmanatee:
boutofcontext:
Following Tuesday’s unanimous vote, from now on, if you manage to get married someplace, we’ll not only recognize it here, but will stop making you jump through hoops to recognize both mothers as your children’s parents. You can put both names on birth certificates and everything.
Sincerely,
The Board of Health
PS - Not applicable to gay men. You still have to...
sistermarymartha:
mintygreen:
I have a low tolerance for tiny bubbly blondes today.
I however, have a high tolerance for bubbly blondes that come in champagne flutes.
I know of a couple that I wouldn’t mind stuffing into a champagne flute.
I have a low tolerance for tiny bubbly blondes today.
The downside to going back to school: dealing with financial aid offices again. Ugh. This is not a good day for people skills, apparently.
Part of my job entails calling health clinics to find out if they provide abortion services. And Jesus, but some of these people get snippy about it. Fine, you don’t provide. But is it really necessary to try to make me feel terrible about asking? I mean, the tone of voice is one step shy of out-and-out name-calling. It’s easy for me to take it in stride because I’m not doing...
If Tumblr misogynists took over gender studies
fatmanatee:
jgh:
Fall semester offerings:
Why You Got Raped
Domestic Violence, or that Rihanna must have said something
But what about the MEN???!?!?!??!?!?!?
White Male Oppression Awareness
Bitches are Either Hot or Smart: Pick a Label and Stick to It!
Virgin or Slut: You Can’t Win
Women Are Creepy and Mysterious: Other-izing an Entire Group Of People
“Nice Guys” Deserve Access to...
Semen acts as an anti-depressant →
pleasedontsqueezetheshaman:
subjecttomeg:
duckandpenguin:
talix18:
bowlingalleylawyer:
mabelmoments:
Scientists are expecting us to swallow this story?
It’s a testable hypothesis
Those testes are a little nutty.
They should bottle it and call it Prosack.
T’aint right. This kind of thing just doesn’t go down easy.
Also, again, swear I know the difference between...
(via subjecttomeg)
Meg, if it were anyone else I would be judgmental and annoyed. But since you’re you, it bothers me not a whit. That’s how awesome you are.
Tell me about Seattle
If you know anything about it. School C, arriving late to the game, may yet pull through as the winner. But I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to afford a visit, so I want your opinions.
Seriously, though, this School C thing is looking awesome. Cheaper than School B, better reputation than School A, and it’s in a place I’ve always wanted to live.
Hooray for today!
There are going to be elephants in the streets of NYC tonight. I can’t decide if it will be neat or just sad. I’m leaning towards sad— I feel like it must be miserable for the elephants.
But, anyway. It’s a thing that’s happening, for those who are interested.
The magazine that I’m reading has gotten a little too enthusiastic with their photoshoppery. The casualty: one belly button. Creepy.
so Doc, Aaron, SMM and I guess Meg are all out...
sistermarymartha:
(via bowlingalleylawyer)
YES WE WERE BITCHES AND NOW MY FACE IS A BLOATED PILE OF HANGOVER. BITCHES.
You all are going to need to do this again. In New York.
Things that are not OK
My 8-year-old niece and her friends are dancing around to Soulja Boy. WTF?
“Take the Triborough bridge to the Bronx, and then aim for the stars!”
– my brother-in-law, giving me directions.
“That’s a man’s jam!”
-ridiculous announcer during the Wake Forest game tonight. Unfortunately, the jam was not quite manly enough, and my bracket is now officially fucked.
Also, I want to go to bed, but I have to wait until the banana bread comes out of the oven. I promised my brother I’d bring him some when I visit tomorrow. Thus ends your Friday night update on...
“There are moments in a man’s life when alcohol is more nourishing than food.”
Yes, Mr. Auster. Yes.
I am pretty sure I could have been swimming in...
(via subjecttomeg)
I have swum in jellyfish-infested waters. Stick with the laundry. You might still get shocked, but at least it doesn’t feel like a living ball of snot.
Tumblrs: Do you consider cats and dogs to be...
pleasedontsqueezetheshaman:
sistermarymartha:
mintygreen:
tumblevision:
I do.
No, and thank god for that.
I love my cat and talk to her like she is human- and well, we all know I am obsessed with cats in general. But at the end of the day, they are still animals to me.
My stuffed walrus is more human than some of the people I work with. As for dogs and cats, I think if they were well...
Tumblrs: Do you consider cats and dogs to be...
tumblevision:
I do.
No, and thank god for that.
Currently soliciting opinions
I need some advice.
Note: This post will be totally uninteresting to you if you don’t feel like giving that advice, so if that’s the case I apologize for hijacking your dashboard. Feel free to scroll along.
So, some of you may remember that I’ve been thinking about grad school this fall to get my MPP. Well, more than thinking about it. Applying, and then, miraculously, getting...
