it’s true every woman has an uncomfortable to horrific relationship to gender and that’s not meant to invalidate anyone it’s just a reality of existing under patriarchy
Category: Non classé
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Imagine thinking your spouse is a sexy secret agent for decades only to find out he’s a restaurant critic for fat tire boy magazine
Michelin restaurant inspector is *way* cooler than secret agent.
Probably, if only because restaurant inspectors rarely have to shoot anybody, but it also matters whether restaurant criticism has substance or is more like wine tasting.
It’s not high status because it’s useful. It’s high status because you eat at Michelin star restaurants all the time.
Oh, right, most people would enjoy that! I forgot.
That is an interesting question, though. Is “most likely to please a Michelin critic” even close to the same “as most likely to be a satisfying meal for everyone else”? I am skeptical.
Well, they’re actually aiming for “likely to please the sort of people willing to pay to eat at Michelin star restaurants”, which is a bit closer.
I still find it hilarious that a tire manufacturer decided that knowledge of the location of high-quality restaurants was a complementary good with tires and so decided to drive up the supply of the former so they could sell more tires and became the most prestigious source of that knowledge that I’m aware of.
Guinness creating the world records because settling bar bets was a complementary good is even better.
That history is more complicated and much less obviously them thinking it was a complimentary good.
Don’t
Play D&D with anyone you wouldn’t want to go on a 3 hour car trip with.
D&D is a 3-4 hour car trip except there are rules and goblins and rules goblins
on a road trip, rules goblins are called “police officers”
“Your mental illness is all in your head” where did you think it was????? my ass????
Mental illness is stored in the balls
not to be cheesy but being gay really helped me a lot with self love… like loving and being loved by gay girls taught me the power of affection and attraction that isn’t dictated by societal norms and helped me like things about myself that id hated because they didnt happen to be pleasing to straight men! so long story short! being gay is a blessing god im glad im not straight
A Really Fucking Vulgar Guide to Not Losing Your Shit in College (Condensed Version)
Bitches love to put things into lists. Moreover, bitches love numbered shit. Here’s some numbered shit in list format to help you not suck in higher education. You’re welcome.
1. Go to class. Like 210% serious. I don’t give a shit if you’re a get by on nothing, A+ slacker. You’re fucking paying for this crap so you might as well get the services owed to you. Take your ass to class even if you zone out 99% of the time. You know 1% more than you did when you walked up in there. Congrats, asshole.
2. All that free time you have during your first week of classes? Make it your bitch. Don’t just print the goddamn syllabus and be like all done. No motherfucker. Take a good fucking look at that assignment list. What’s due next week? Yeah, do that shit now bc I know you don’t have anything else to do. Then when you’re coughing up a lung six weeks into the semester and don’t feel like getting your ass up to do that calculus homework, you’ll remember this week. You’ll remember that you’ve been a week ahead this whole damn semester. Pat yourself on the back, ass wipe.
3. Prepare yo self. No seriously. You got notes to print for class? Sure you could be like all those other bitches and just shove them into your backpack, or you could actually /prepare/ for class. I’m talking looking that shit over, identifying key concepts, getting a decent grasp of the material before your ass is even in class. You a STEM major? Yeah, make this kinda shit your life because now class is like one bomb ass group review session. Again, you’re welcome.
4. Snack like a motherfucker, but save that junk food shit for the weekends. From now on, you are a fucking health guru during the week or if you’re a slacker like me, at least on the days you have class. Fruits? Hell yeah. Pack some of those. Mind wandering in class? Snack on some apple slices. Can’t stay awake? Keep eating some almonds or some shit, but don’t be that bitch with the potato chips. Just don’t.
5. Read. Yeah, you heard me. Read and I’m not just talking assigned reading. I bet my left butt cheek that your campus library has /something/ of interest to you. Commuting and don’t want to drive out there? Library databases bro. We’re in the digital age, motherfucker. I’d bet my other butt cheek that the shit you want is in a nice little PDF somewhere. But na man, you thinking maybe you want to go into computer science? Check out computer science books and eat them up bro. You don’t like reading them? Probably not the field for you. You a biology major in your second year? Yeah dumbass. Time to break out the bio books and not the ones your professor is shoving in your face. Amaze your friends and teachers with your out of class knowledge. Be a fucking star.
shoutout to all my butches who cry a lot. shoutout to butches who are huge fuckin crybabies!!! i love u
and hey since i’m already shooting off at the mouth today trying to drive a wedge between lesbians and bi women has never worked and will never work because lesbians and bi women have always had and will continue to have a beautiful shared history and a deep and sacred understanding of each other’s experiences and identities so yall can cut that shit out too
