Definitely worth reading the whole thing cuz these screenshots are terrible.EDITED because I guess my link to his comments was screwy. Should be fixed now.
Essential reading on the Marvel/Kirby settlement.
RUN, do not walk to see the new movie Pride.
This trailer is a bit “ZOMG, teh gays!” and does a poor job of showing what the movie is actually about.
And it certainly doesn’t give you a hint at the plethora of great performances in this movie - including Dominic West, Andrew Scott, Joe Gilgun, Imelda Staunton, Fay Marsay, Paddy Considine, Jessica Gunning among others, and a star-making turn from Ben Schnetzer.
Go. Now. You will not be sorry.
You’re born with a ton of fucks to give, so you spend them like a kid with a credit card. You give fucks about your friends, about your grades, about your fashion sense, about strangers’ opinions. You give way too many fucks about way too many things. You have so many. Then, as you get older, you have maybe 10 fucks per month, so you learn to budget them. You allocate fucks to family and career, but there aren’t enough fucks to give to the newest fads. Oh, someone at work has something they need my help with that’s outside my job title? I’ll do my best to allocate some fucks, but this month is pretty tight. Then, as you get even older, you’re down to 1-2 fucks per month, and those fucks are pretty damn precious. You give them to your family and your hobbies and your job, and that’s kinda it. It’s not your fault – fucks expire too quickly. I would’ve liked to save my fucks from when I was younger but I can’t. Then, you hit fuck insolvency. You’re getting like 1 fuck a year, and you have to make it last. So you go without, and even previously fuck-worthy things, you just can’t give a fuck. Some people run out really quickly, Some people have a fuck trust fund that pays out a decent amount even into old age. But at some point, the fuck faucet runs completely dry and you’re out of fucks to give. It’s just basic Fuckonomics.
-Unknown English Teacher (via swarthyvillain)
I’ve never read anything more fucking true in my whole fucking life.
At this point I have fucks for my fiancée and sometimes WoW. That is all. Even my writing is no longer fuck-worthy.
This explanation fills me with delight!
I was taking the subway from work to a hotel for some interviews (because parking in Hollywood can go fuck itself). But I’d missed the train I was aiming for, so I sat on a bench and hunched over my notebook to work on my questions.
Well, not really a bench — LA subway stations have these long double-wide slabs that serve both tracks, with no divider between them. On my side were a woman traveling alone, a woman with her under-10 daughter and, on the other side of the bench, facing the opposite direction, a large man.
The large man turned around, tried to engage the kid in conversation by telling her she was pretty. She didn’t say anything, shy and nervous. So he called her a bitch. He then began pestering the other woman, who asked him to stop. He ignored her.
The three of them stood up and moved away — I was still trying to write, so I stayed seated. And he decided the time was right to lay back across the entirety of the bench, arms spread, and tap my hip repeatedly.
I told him to stop. He wouldn’t. So I got up and moved to another bench down the way, because time was short and I had work to do.
I didn’t see out station security. I didn’t do anything, really. I just retreated. And that’s the way it feels. Like I lost.
I don’t know if he was drunk or crazy or mean or just mad at the world. But… God, this wasn’t even a big deal. No crime, no trauma. Just another day.
we are a restaurant
This is hilarious
Sam Pepper-bashing humor is something I can support.
Not because I am a snarky bitch (I am) but because I honestly think one of the best ways to help folks who have been in emotionally, mentally, or sexually abusive or coercive situations is to deflate wholly the character/image of their abuser.
When you idolize someone and they do something wrong to you, it can be difficult to realize a) that they’re to blame and not you, and b) that you have a right to speak out. They’re totemic and they pack a rabid fanbase who might only be too eager to ruin your life.
But when a mass of people rally together to call out the abuser, it supports the victims. And when that mass of people start treating the abuser like the punching-bag clown that he is, it takes him off that untouchable pedestal and makes him a joke. It’s pretty hard to idolize a joke.