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(art by Kimothy Joy.)
Sometimes the customer is wrong for unrelated reasons.
Due to the well of my friends’ “def not an axe murderer” date recommendations drying up, I have turned to that most sacred of modern relationship institutions: online dating. As a very busy person trying to get it in with other very busy people, I prize honestly and directness above all else when it comes to profile creation. I include full body shots in my photos, try to minimize the use of MySpace angles in selfies, and write at the very top of the summary/caption/profile that I am fat. Not “curvy,” not “thick,” not “lots to love”–I’m f*cking fat. I’m not ashamed of it, but I also known that weight is a dealbreaker for lots of people. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time.
About a year ago I met “Evan” via Tinder. We exchanged friendly messages for a few hours one night and agreed to meet up for drinks the following evening. I waited for a full hour past the designated time, and just as I was getting up to leave, the texts started rolling in.
“I can see you sweating from here.” “How long does it take you to roll out of bed every morning?” “Is there an earthquake or are you just getting up for more pretzels?”
Really idiotic, juvenile shit. Four separate numbers, commenting on things like my clothes, which clued me in that the senders were nearby. This went on for 15 minutes before I finally saw Evan, trying to hide in at a corner table and giggling with a group of buddies. I made eye contact, saw that he saw me, and then walked out. The texts kept up until I blocked the numbers a few hours later.
I ran into Evan about 3 weeks later. We got on the same elevator, and he tried really hard at being super interested in the emergency phone instructions. I just confronted him, and he admitted it was just some “game” that him and his friends play. He knew I was fat before agreeing to meet up; they all did, because that’s what they do. Match up with fat women, then either ghost them or “troll” them at the meet-up. It was also kinda obvious he’d never seen any consequences from this bullshit, as he was sweating pretty hard and looked more humiliated than I felt. I just said whatever and walked out, expecting to never see him again.
About a month ago, some local foodie wrote a great review of the restaurant I own, and we’ve been slammed ever since. In the past, I stayed mostly in the kitchen, but I’ve been doing more and more front-of-house stuff lately, and Valentine’s Day I was working a bit of a split between the two.
I saw Evan just as he was pushing in his date’s chair. My name isn’t on the restaurant, and he didn’t see me. I checked the section up at the hostess stand and saw that one of my favorite old-timers, Nan, was going to be his waitress. I went to the bar till, took out $400, put it in her hands, and said, “This is going to be your only table for the rest of the night. You are going to make this the worst date he has ever been on.”
She spilled every single thing she brought out to the table, all over him. I was waiting for him to blow up on Nan, but he bottled it up, obviously trying to make a good impression on his date. She seemed like a perfectly lovely lady; I told Nan to make sure everything was good for her and terrible for Evan.
She poured ice water on his d*ck. She smacked the back of his head with the edge of a tray. Spilled soup on his shirt. Dropped every fork he asked for. I personally oversalted his food, used the shit liquor for his drinks, used flour instead of sugar on his dessert. To be honest, I don’t know why he didn’t just walk out. He must have really wanted to f*ck this woman.
Finally, he cracked. Demanded Nan find the manager and bring her out. I was only too happy to emerge from the kitchen with my chef’s coat and say what, I’m not ashamed to admit, I’d been planning out all night.
“I would have said hi earlier, but I didn’t want the earthquake to disturb your dinner.”
I will savor the look on Evan’s face for the rest of my life.
He was a little too flummoxed to explain, so I pulled a chair up to the table and introduced myself to his date, Amanda. Told her how I met Evan. Showed her some fun old messages. Then I told gave her a voucher for a free meal on her next visit and told Evan to get the f*ck out and never come back.
He deleted his Tinder profile.
Came out a that kitchen like:
MIGHTY
THE FIGHT IS NOT OVER!
Ana Mendieta.
#notmypresident
Early-1966, believing its contents to be “immoral,” the Hanover County School Board in Virginia decided to remove all copies of Harper Lee’s classic novel,To Kill a Mockingbird, from the county’s school libraries. As soon as she was alerted, Lee responded perfectly by way of the following letter, written to, and later published in, The Richmond News Leader.
Monroeville, Alabama January, 1966 Editor, The News Leader: Recently I have received echoes down this way of the Hanover County School Board’s activities, and what I’ve heard makes me wonder if any of its members can read. Surely it is plain to the simplest intelligence that “To Kill a Mockingbird” spells out in words of seldom more than two syllables a code of honor and conduct, Christian in its ethic, that is the heritage of all Southerners. To hear that the novel is “immoral” has made me count the years between now and 1984, for I have yet to come across a better example of doublethink. I feel, however, that the problem is one of illiteracy, not Marxism. Therefore I enclose a small contribution to the Beadle Bumble Fund that I hope will be used to enroll the Hanover County School Board in any first grade of its choice. Harper Lee
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Favourite BTVS Speeches: ↳ Rupert Giles, Innocence.
#remember that time a teen girl had sex on a show and it crashed and burned but her father figure was like ‘i think you made a good call’#like legitimately ‘based on the evidence- hitting that was 100% understandable and i support you’#oh - oh you were expecting an ‘i told you so’ or some kind of slut-shaming#LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO RUPERT F*CKING GILES
Wish every girl had a Rupert Giles around as a teen.
Black literacy was one of the rallying cries for civil rights and integration in the 50s and 60s and now, the Black community is fighting for resources in scho…
“To support literacy and embolden young people and adults alike to read, Kaya Thomas has created a free mobile application to encourage people to read Black authors’ work. We Read Too is a cultural literacy application that showcases a directory of over 600 Children’s and Young Adult fiction books written by authors of color for people of color, meaning that by downloading this, you’re not only are you supporting Black authors by reading their material but you’d also be empowering a young, Black entrepreneur in the process.
The app allows you to browse different genres, search by author or title, view the details of every book, share the book, suggest any books to be added, as well as view the book on the web through Safari for your ease.
When asked about how ‘We Read Too’ came about and why she felt compelled to make it, the Dartmouth senior said, “This app is very important to me because I’ve always loved reading from the moment I learned how to, but I constantly found that I couldn’t relate to the characters in popular books. I created this application so books with Black, Latino, Asian and Native characters can be showcased in one central place where parents, students, educators, and anyone else can find books for youth with diverse characters they can relate to or whose culture they want to learn more about.”
Currently, the app has over 5,000 users and it’s available for free in the iTunes App Store.”
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GO KAYA GO!!!
Comparing Roe to principles of international law that safeguard a women’s right to choose makes it clear there is room for improvement domestically.
“In these uncertain times ahead, American women’s rights would be better secured under laws that reflect the standards of equality, non-discrimination, the right to sexual and reproductive health, and the right to be free from cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment, rather than just a right to privacy.”
Always.
This is what a Feminist Father’s position will look like.
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Viola Davis, one of the most incredible and amazing actresses of our time blew our minds away with her acceptance speech at Critics’ Choice Awards. She won Best Supporting Actress for The Fences and by this speech she showed us, why she was the one to win it.
She’s brilliant, she’s stunning and she deserves it.
“Privilege of a lifetime is being who you are,” she said, stating that there is nothing better than staying true to yourself. No matter what you do, no matter how you try to behave to impress people, you will only succeed if you are being you. I’m so proud of her.
#BlackPower #BlackPride
We can no longer afford to take that which was good in the past and simply call it our heritage, to discard the bad and simply think of it as a dead load which by itself time will bury in oblivion.
Hannah Arendt, The Origins of Totalitarianism (1950)