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@imkermitted
just got back from the grocery store and realized i forgot to kill everyone
of everyone?
I feel like if humans swallowed rocks like birds do to help grind up food we'd have so much fun with it.
Can just imagine all the girlies on tiktok going "I know this is a bit controversial but I honestly love using limestone as a gastrolith. Not only can you readily forage it but they are just so pretty when smoothed out after regurgitating them"
and then all the comments would be like " girl š š calcite dissolves in stomach acid!! Just use quartz if you want a pretty gastrolith like š"
I like this site. Yāall just shotgunning counterfactual timelines
I went abroad to England for my first semester of college. The dorm I was in was a little set of personal rooms, six, with shared bath and kitchen spaces. It was also co-ed. As I was a tiny little American freshman, the two older English boys sort of decided I was something of a protectorate. If I needed ANY explanation about How Things Worked in England, they'd hop to in order to make sure I'd be ok.
There was one other American girl in the dorm, different college in the states tho. She didn't interact with the rest of us much (and given I'm quite the introvert that says something). One day, I want to say about a month before the end of term, I was cooking in the kitchen and the more jokester-y of the older boys was hanging out with me. We were chatting about the different books from our literature classes--mine was Paradise Lost.
In walks Other American Girl. I don't know how it came up, but one of us made a comment about not seeing her much. Somehow this led to her ranting about how "godless" England was. (I, a Jew who not only had seen TONS of churches while here but also had been learning calligraphy from a nun every Monday morning in the school chapel, was especially baffled. Their fucking national anthem was "god save the queen"!).
Anyway, jokester boy teased her a little and she got even MORE worked up, insisting she'd seen "demons" in "so many people" just walking around the campus and city. At this point the other older boy, who was a bit of a jock, came in and asked why demons came up. She repeated herself.
At this point, both boys clearly think this woman is certifiable. Just diagnosing people you don't know with "demons" will do that. Anyway she got more worked up and left, and the boys and I had a deep conversation about American Fundamentalist Christianity (I had a lot of Deep Conversations with them, why doesn't your nation want the better healthcare Obama is trying for was another big one).
When I studied abroad in France, I did the classic US American thing and struck up a conversation with the guy stuck opposite of me on the train. He seemed to think that he could offend me by complaining about the US, only for me to do the classic improv thing of going, "yes, and-" and adding onto the complaints with odder ones he hadn't heard before. For instance, leashes for children, the fictionkin subculture (ever told a French man some people think they were Pikachu in a past life? it's wild), and, of course, the existence of Florida. (Cue multiple minutes of looking up Florida + a random word he named and showing him real news stories.)
It was all very chill at this point. Snacks had been bought, silly French news stories had been shared in exchange for silly Florida ones, we were on a first-name basis, and I had shown him a picture of my school's giant fountain in the library full of rubber duckies. We're leaning back, quite casual and comfy, watching the French countryside go by. I tell him about Moth Man, beloved icon of my home state. He thinks I'm shitting him and looks it up, then laughs and sends pictures to his buddies. Oh, people back then were crazy, he jokes, shaking his head in disbelief, eyes glittering with laughter.
Yeah, I say, now we only do some crazy things, like allow child marriage in four states.
I see the laughter slowly die in his eyes as he asks what I mean. Do I mean teenagers? Do I mean 18? What do I mean? I, the son of a pediatric forensic psychologist mom whose whole job is to help kids heal, tell him. I tell him about the four US states where there is no minimum age limit to be married. If you can find a judge to agree to it, you can marry a kid at literally any age. Any age. Yes, theoretically 0. In practice the youngest my mom ever ran into was 10.
Ten. He repeats that several times, slowly. He had leaned forward. Now he leans back, as if in shock. This French man, you see, was considerably older than me. He has children close to that age. He asks me if the marriage is to another child. I explain it's to an adult. The French man rubs at his face, cups his hand over his mouth, settles for a mixture of resting his chin in his palm and covering part of his lower face. With his other hand, he pulls out the phone to fact check me. I am not lying. He puts the phone in his pocket and stares out the window at nothing.
Why, the French man says, with a tone of voice I usually hear people use when talking about war, is this legal? Why is this allowed? Why would a parent allow it, even when it's allowed?
I explain that in some sects of Christianity, having sex out of wedlock is an unspeakably bad sin, even if you're a child, even if you said no, even if you hated it. I explain that statutory rape laws do not apply to a married couple. It saves the girl's honor in the eyes of the Lord and the community, it sets things right, I explain, taking care to add that I'm Jewish and not a part of this particular legal nightmare.
He stares at nothing for a long, long time. There's anger in his eyes but it's the kind born of empathy, the quiet fury that is probably still simmering in him when he remembers this bit of US law. The silence goes on long enough that I worry about how he's processing this. It was always kind of a trivia fact in the US, a little blip. For us it was Tuesday. For him it was high-octane horror beyond his capacity to imagine.
Fuck the US, he eventually told me, he doesn't hate religion but he hates every person participating in this "marriage" (he says while making actual air quotes in sheer disgust). How doesn't it get banned in new laws?
Because Christians, which there are a lot of in the US, vote against banning it when Republicans tell them that keeping it preserves religious freedom. I was suddenly aware, as I said this, that a train car at 10AM is a very quiet place, and people were listening in on this. I can only imagine what they were thinking. My eyes went to a kindly woman in her 60's with flawless dyed blonde hair, who is unnaturally still, to a couple and their baby, who were continually glancing at each other, myself and the baby without a word. Even if they don't like it, I explain, they like Jesus, and they see the people who oppose it as liking Jesus less or not at all.
Jesus, he informs me, never fucking said that [child marriage] was fucking okay and even if he had, it wouldn't be right.
It's not about what's right, I say, as if I'm explaining a thing everybody knows, as if this truth is self-evident, it's about taking a side for the Lord.
He puts his face in both of his hands, looking like a man who has aged a decade in the course of this conversation.
(This map could kill a Frenchman under the right circumstances.)
We need reverse missionaries, and I say that as a person of faith.
i wish i had a floating evil skull to follow me around and when we went to the grocery store she would say something like my liege we must purchase the strawberry cream cheese for the coming days and i would be like oh fuck youre so right and put it in my cart and then we would walk down the next aisle together our beautiful life
being self aware suuuucks like yeah this thought pattern/behavior is stupid and pointless and a symptom. i know this. [does it anyways
hello my name is Very tiny flying insect i see youāve got an uncovered beverage outdoors. Can i fall into it and kill myself please please please please please please please please please please
can they change the temperature outside to something else
masturbation is evil not for any puritan anti-fun reason but because it has permanently claimed so many verbs
nobody can crank anything anymore. and god forbid you jerk
sad they give tissue boxes plastic labia folds but no clitoris
I'm begging everyone to get their flu shots
when people are like āthe hunger games just stole the plot of battle royaleā like listen everything steals from the plot of everything the lion king is just furry hamlet westworld is jurassic park but sexier lost is edgy gilliganās island there are no original stories and the only good piece of media is jenniferās body
michael crichton keeps TRYING to tell yāall about the evils of capitalism impeding on the progress of science when will yāall LISTEN
Maybe he just doesnāt like theme parks
Jesus Christ, thatās the height at which every rollercoaster and dark ride is a decapitation threat
how am I ever supposed to leave tumblr when it takes me on journeys like this
things youād look good in:
1) me
the chaotic urge to slip āgood girlā into a casual conversation just to watch your reaction.
not to toot me own horn but the fact that i didnāt kill myself in the 2010s? big dick energy idk how i pulled that one off