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“Arundhati Roy: ‘The thing is, people spend so much time mocking Trump or waiting for him to be impeached. And the danger with that kind of obsession with a single person is that you don’t see the system that produced him.’”

https://truthout.org/video/arundhati-roy-on-fiction-in-the-face-of-rising-fascism/

lumnch

When anyone other than the mcelroys talks like the mcelroys it is absolutely unbearable. The closer they get to emulating their affectations the more it sounds like nails on a chalkboard, a phenomenon I am naming “The McElroy Valley.” In this essay I will

boethiah

enough is enough. i’m going to weave a fucking tapestry

theeio

LOOK!!!!! AT!!!!!!!! HIM!111!111!111!!!!!!1!!!!

some-celebrity-reblogs

Saoirse Ronan

#ok

doona-baes

thank u, next + film references

lilydalexf

The X-Files “How the Ghosts Stole Christmas” behind the scenes featuring Gillian Anderson, Ed Asner with a special effects mark on his head, and Lily Tomlin wearing a special effects circle.

taikitawaitiki

Taika Waititi photographed for GQ 2017

lezzginka

i hate when i make body-hair positivity posts and people (almost always white) comment with stuff like “yes fuzz is so cute!” like no….i’m not here for my girls with just fuzz i’m here for girls who have thick dark coarse hair all over their bodies, girls who have eyebrows thicker than their dad’s, girls whose eyebrows blend in with their hairlines, girls with mustaches, girls with thick sideburns, girls who have hairy arms, legs, toes, fingers, and hands, girls with nipple hair, girls who can’t tell where their tummy hair ends and their happy trail begins, girls with back hair, girls with unibrows. hair doesn’t have to be peach fuzz on a white body for it to still be cute.

tope-con-hewwo

Piping fuckin hot take incoming but it doesn’t matter if fat people are healthy. Not everyone has to be a paragon of fuckin health to be treated like a person.

blackwoolncrown

Are straight white people okay????

What is this?!

squeezemetillipop

People like this exist. Interesting.

feliicityrampant

this story has a part 2

doctormemes

THERE IS A PART 3 WITH GUEST RESPONSES I REPEAT THERE IS A PART 3 THIS IS NOT A DRILL

bullyfemme

glorious-scumbag

I thought things couldn’t get more horrifyingly amusing than the woman who wanted people to pay $1000 each to go to her wedding so she could “feel like a Kardashian for a day” and had a Facebook breakdown about it saying she was gonna go backpacking in Peru to “find herself” after being “betrayed” by her friends who didn’t want to partake but here we are

caffeinatedcorvid

I thought it was the same person ngl.

imsuchacapricorn

I’m in the wedding shaming group and saw both this and the Peru post before it went viral. Love it.

imsuchacapricorn

THERE’S AN UPDATE

a-melior-ate

Stephanie is a true hero.

hemilf

my favorite thing about this update is that the fact that we are even SEEING this means there’s AT LEAST one other snitch in the party that she hasn’t caught yet

baptizm-deactivated20200524

Thank you Stephanie and the other unnamed hero for these gems

#god i live for reading this insane shit

“We normally spent time together on Sundays. Because that was the only day he wasn’t drunk. We’d watch football together. I could name every player in the NFL. Then he’d take me out to the backyard and have me throw footballs through a tire. He wanted speed and accuracy. He said he didn’t want me throwing like a girl. He showed me how to use my hips to get extra power. On weeknights he’d usually come home and pass out in the living room. But if he’d been drinking hard liquor, he’d get angry. That’s when I’d go up to my room and put on my headphones. I’d listen to Alice Cooper or Black Sabbath and turn up the volume. But I started to notice a pattern. The yelling would get louder and louder until it suddenly stopped. And that’s how I knew the beating had begun. The next morning my mother would have bruises or fractures or missing teeth. She’d always give me some lame excuse about falling down the stairs. But I knew what was happening. And for years I had this rage building inside of me. Then one night, I finally took off my headphones. I went downstairs and caught him in the act. I ripped the phone off the kitchen wall and threw it as hard as I could at his head. Right through the tire hole. He woke up on the floor, called me a terrible daughter, and never touched my mother again.”