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I'm sorry to those that I like-spam ToT I save up things I want to show my wife and then just do a show and tell at the end of the day
Ok but why are the suckers and losers trying to kill me today
Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”
Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.
there are too many things happening this summer that i'm thinking we are going to need an extra 6-12 months of june and possibly another 3-4 months of july. probably no extra august as the problem should hopefully sort itself out by then. we are also looking into extending the day night cycle to 55 hours and extending the human lifespan to 10000 years.
after everything. after EVERYTHING. asking our roommate not to barge into my room when I'm crying over the death of my father was apparently a big enough slight against them to get us fucking kicked out. I can't believe I ever thought I was a friends with this piece of shit. what the fuck dude
they're gonna be in for a big goddamn surprise when they see how fast this place goes to shit. we're the ones fixing and cleaning everything. we're the ones the neighbors like. we're the ones airing out the place so you can't smell their bathroom from the front door.
I guess things just come so easily when you have a ~millionaire dad~ fucking asshole. literally seven months ago they kept insisting they'd sell this place to us for what we could afford, bc they have so much more money than us. but now that we've made this house beautiful and clean and welcoming, that's when they ~actually really love the place~ and we need to gtfo. bc god forbid we have basic fucking boundaries. because we're ~really dysregulating them~ by asking they dont blast video games against our bedroom wall while we sleep. by asking that we have a turn to do laundry instead of them re-running the dryer for eight hours straight to "get out the wrinkles". by asking they don't stand right outside OUR bathroom door when they know we're Using it. honestly good fucking luck to any future roommates or partners in their life because they're the creepiest, nastiest, most annoying motherfucker on the planet.
like almost anywhere would be better than around them. but the utter fucking gall to tell us this RIGHT AFTER we unpacked the last of our things, painted and hung up all of our decorations, cut out and installed the cat door, basically finished with a huge painting for the neighborhood, finished all of our paperwork to get our address changed with everything, and. yknow. finding out the truth abt my fucking dad. and then all through telling us this, bringing up death ~as a metaphor~ and humblebragging about how they easily have enough money to get by without us. I'm becoming the joker rn
lmao do. do they still expect me to take care of their dog for the remainder of my time here. do they think the friend group is going to be happy with them, take their side after this. do they think they can keep this place from becoming condemned from how they conduct themselves. did they think at all about how any of this will go, outside of getting to stomp and slam and scream at all hours all they want. goddamn dunce
after everything. after EVERYTHING. asking our roommate not to barge into my room when I'm crying over the death of my father was apparently a big enough slight against them to get us fucking kicked out. I can't believe I ever thought I was a friends with this piece of shit. what the fuck dude
they're gonna be in for a big goddamn surprise when they see how fast this place goes to shit. we're the ones fixing and cleaning everything. we're the ones the neighbors like. we're the ones airing out the place so you can't smell their bathroom from the front door.
I guess things just come so easily when you have a ~millionaire dad~ fucking asshole. literally seven months ago they kept insisting they'd sell this place to us for what we could afford, bc they have so much more money than us. but now that we've made this house beautiful and clean and welcoming, that's when they ~actually really love the place~ and we need to gtfo. bc god forbid we have basic fucking boundaries. because we're ~really dysregulating them~ by asking they dont blast video games against our bedroom wall while we sleep. by asking that we have a turn to do laundry instead of them re-running the dryer for eight hours straight to "get out the wrinkles". by asking they don't stand right outside OUR bathroom door when they know we're Using it. honestly good fucking luck to any future roommates or partners in their life because they're the creepiest, nastiest, most annoying motherfucker on the planet.
like almost anywhere would be better than around them. but the utter fucking gall to tell us this RIGHT AFTER we unpacked the last of our things, painted and hung up all of our decorations, cut out and installed the cat door, basically finished with a huge painting for the neighborhood, finished all of our paperwork to get our address changed with everything, and. yknow. finding out the truth abt my fucking dad. and then all through telling us this, bringing up death ~as a metaphor~ and humblebragging about how they easily have enough money to get by without us. I'm becoming the joker rn
after everything. after EVERYTHING. asking our roommate not to barge into my room when I'm crying over the death of my father was apparently a big enough slight against them to get us fucking kicked out. I can't believe I ever thought I was a friends with this piece of shit. what the fuck dude
they're gonna be in for a big goddamn surprise when they see how fast this place goes to shit. we're the ones fixing and cleaning everything. we're the ones the neighbors like. we're the ones airing out the place so you can't smell their bathroom from the front door.
I guess things just come so easily when you have a ~millionaire dad~ fucking asshole. literally seven months ago they kept insisting they'd sell this place to us for what we could afford, bc they have so much more money than us. but now that we've made this house beautiful and clean and welcoming, that's when they ~actually really love the place~ and we need to gtfo. bc god forbid we have basic fucking boundaries. because we're ~really dysregulating them~ by asking they dont blast video games against our bedroom wall while we sleep. by asking that we have a turn to do laundry instead of them re-running the dryer for eight hours straight to "get out the wrinkles". by asking they don't stand right outside OUR bathroom door when they know we're Using it. honestly good fucking luck to any future roommates or partners in their life because they're the creepiest, nastiest, most annoying motherfucker on the planet.
after everything. after EVERYTHING. asking our roommate not to barge into my room when I'm crying over the death of my father was apparently a big enough slight against them to get us fucking kicked out. I can't believe I ever thought I was a friends with this piece of shit. what the fuck dude
they're gonna be in for a big goddamn surprise when they see how fast this place goes to shit. we're the ones fixing and cleaning everything. we're the ones the neighbors like. we're the ones airing out the place so you can't smell their bathroom from the front door.
after everything. after EVERYTHING. asking our roommate not to barge into my room when I'm crying over the death of my father was apparently a big enough slight against them to get us fucking kicked out. I can't believe I ever thought I was a friends with this piece of shit. what the fuck dude
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you have to be careful reading too many things that are good/smart/well-written bc then you encounter something that isnt and you get confused like ? why didnt they just make this good ? were they stupid
I needed to see this today.
bleed me dry, valentine (etsy)
by the way it's fine to like sexual content just for the sake of it. "we can't ban porn because other stuff will get banned" "sometimes nude art has value" "the government will classify queer people as sexual" this is all true but it's okay to just like porn. its okay to not want porn to be banned because you like it.
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