It gets worse when you’re with men at work functions. It’s like right - we’re all here, but it’s not work - so we can all be our disgusting selves. Like, time to let our hair down, ogle some women, drink some alcoholic beverages, WE WORK HARD WE PLAY HARD.
Actually no still not interested in any of you, you’re disgusting, James just gotta get paid so I’m going back to order a pizza and watch king of the hill.
One thing that men do a lot that is really disgusting is group male gazing. Sometimes I’m around when it happens and it’s gross and upsetting but also just really fucking boring.
And it’s the comments and the expected camaraderie and I want to say actually no. Stop that. You all need to stop or the castration wand is coming out.
Played 10 times
Play with matches if you think you need to play with matches
Seek out the hidden places where the fire burns hot and bright
Find where the heat’s unbearable and stay there if you have to
Don’t hurt anybody on your way up to the light
And stay alive
Just stay alive
Hi Austin. Fuck SXSW. There… I said it.
Here, the music comes last. 5 minute set-up, no sound check, 15 minute set. The “music” element is all a front, it’s the first thing to be compromised. Corporate money everywhere but in the hands of the artists, at what is really just a glorified corporate networking party. Drunk corporate goons and other industry vampires and cocaine. Everyone is drunk, being cool. “Official” bureaucracy and all their mindless rules. Branding, branding, branding. It’s bullshit… sorry.
“I’m going to start blogging again when I have some space”
Me, every month without space to build things, make things
My Dad Didn’t Talk To Me On My Birthday and I’m Actually Pretty Glad About It
because that’s the only time of year he talks to me
A lot of the movies and musicians I loved as a kid were the ones where men dressed up as women.
Here’s hoping that made my parents as uncomfortable as I think it would’ve.
Sending love notes and HATING EVERY MAN BECAUSE THEY CAN’T STOP BEING SO DISGUSTING
just really fucking great life advice for any man.
the sad thing is that the shithead receiving this comment probably won’t see it that way, and will get butthurt, and will spew crap and most likely doesn’t realise what a PRIVILEGE it is to even receive a comment like this.
They call me the burrito king.
It should be noted however that I fold and hang clothes passed out to me from the change room better than any of the store staff. I don’t mind getting that compliment.
A lot of the time when Lindsay and I are clothes shopping, shop assistants comment on my presence and/or helpfulness. Yesterday, one shop assistant told Lindsay “how lucky she was” to have me.
It makes me feel really uncomfortable. Man in a clothing store - what’s wrong with this picture? I know it’s patriarchy, internalised misogyny, and I know it’s not intentional on behalf of the people commenting - but the bar is set so low for the male partners of women, that my desire to help Lindsay in a mundane way bears comment? Please don’t. We both hate clothes shopping equally but we do it together because it’s a bit less shit.
Stop with the heteronormative assumptions, and stop giving me a free pass to be a dick. And stop complimenting me for not using that free pass to behave like a selfish child. I don’t want to be that kind of man.
How am I supposed to check my male privilege, grow as a person and CRUSH THE PATRIARCHY WITH IRON FISTS if I’m treated like I’m rescuing kittens from a burning building when I’m just there carrying stuff and standing outside the changing rooms talking about clothes?
Dropping the car at a new mechanic: legal gambling.
Signs that we are not going to get a long c/o OkCupid
Yes! Oh god. Just adding these gems (i.e. the first things I read…):
Just can I please block every OKCupid user that has answered these questions these ways forever.