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i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake


i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.


books that put the footnotes at the bottom of the page instead of at the back of the book

Honestly, it’s quite astonishing how much misery this movie manages to pack into two hours of mostly action sequences and espionage subplots, particularly since Captain America is supposedly one of the “lighter” superheroes, compared to the unending grimdarkness of Batman. I guess this is the difference between “manpain” and “a man in legitimate emotional pain.”

oh the point of that post was I’m glad you guys are around to just be in my corner and remind me that this is textbook manipulation and toxicity and it’s okay to say “no” even if the other person can’t understand and is really really sad about it

bc I know all that, but am just way too close to this situation, you know? and y’all have got my back. and I appreciate it

I’m glad you guys are around. I’m discovering that standing up to a manipulative parent — not just engaging and fighting back, but actually rejecting their manipulation and presence in your life for your own sanity — is like, a really fucking hard, super shitty thing to have to do. it’s horrible. I feel so terrible, and I’m trying not to read their nonsense but I just sometimes can’t help it, I go to delete the text and next thing I know I’m reading his fiancee’s message about how “he cried for an hour last night” and “he feels so helpless and crushed” and “not having him there is something you can’t take back” and sobbing even though I know this is textbook manipulation, because it’s also true, I’m sure he DID cry, I’m sure he DOES feel helpless and heartbroken and he DOES miss me, god help us

I’m trying so hard to understand that he broke his own heart. I can’t do anything about it anymore. I have been picking up the slack and protecting him from himself and trying so desperately to stop him from doing this stuff. and eventually I just can’t anymore. dr A says, if I keep muddying the waters, life will never be able to teach him what he needs to learn and he won’t be able to live and be happy. I’m just getting in the way at this point.

but I texted her back and said they needed to stop paying lip service to giving me space and then texting me a bajillion times, and that this isn’t a punishment, I’m not doing this in anger, and that they need to lay off. and her response was, again, tons of lip service to giving me space while still sending me a novel of a text, and then she told me that maybe if I just, when I was ready, emailed him and told him specifically what he’d done wrong, then he would understand, because he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to be taking responsibility for.

jesus actual christ. to recap, not including a general pattern of shitty behavior all his life long: in august on a family vacation, he went on a three day bender, lost his phone and shoes, trespassed in an ex-in-law’s hot tub, drunkenly harassed my sister while she was trying to drive, came into my WASPy grandma’s house with no shoes on, still drunk, drove around drunk and got high with an old buddy, kept harassing my sister until she was having an anxiety attack, and, when I finally told him he needed to lay off, he cursed me out, pulled me into a screaming match with him, said I ruin everything and make him miserable, and publicly disowned me in a parking lot and told me to go fuck myself.

honestly, at that point, skimming her long ass text about how I need to tell him “specifically what he did that pissed me off”, I just started laughing. that’s the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever heard. if he honestly doesn’t know, they need to get his brain scanned, and I’m 100% serious. I can’t believe he’s telling her he doesn’t know what went wrong. I wonder if he’s afraid she wouldn’t marry him if she knew. this whole situation is so fucked.

I’d just like to thank jesus for Quin’s willingness to see superhero movie matinees with me, and for java chips, and for mama Mary. I feel god in this chili’s tonight etc

Bad books on writing tell you to ‘WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW’, a solemn and totally false adage that is the reason there exist so many mediocre novels about English professors contemplating adultery.


me: *shows the hairstylist a photo of fox mulder*

hairstylist: is this the haircut u want

me: no i was just hoping we could talk about the x-files


Is there anything worse than someone telling you a terrible photo of you is a good photo of you?