you should accrue points for every day you don’t kill yourself and then periodically cash them in for like stuffed animals or a ticket to see a movie or something
i love having my birthday and just asking for the most egregious things. like yes! i would like a whole chocolate cake to myself! take me to that fancy restaurant! a whole box of magic cards! i've been so good at not committing suicide this year, you have no idea, now put the expensive cardboard in the bag.
"Men Aren't Better Than Women: Both Genders Are Inferior To Me" is a 1991 book by Dr. Ivo Robotnik (better known for other work). Though its primary purpose is clearly to stroke the author's own ego, it is generally regarded as a comprehensive, well-constructed, and accessible work of contemporary feminist theory, and is still commonly-cited to this day.
Most of the critical complaints have been about the tone; in a review from 2005, Professor Victoria of Spagonia University said, "The constant self-aggrandizement undercuts the idea that its subject ought to be taken seriously. Also, wasn't the 'feminist' line from the Sonic Heroes manual a mistranslation of 'womanizer'?"
In 2026, Dr. Robotnik released a new edition updated for the preceding 35 years of developments in feminism, with the subtitle changed from "Both Genders" to "All Genders."
it's remarkable how often Ranked Competitive Breast Growth depicts such specific types of self-destructive mindset and behaviour. for me here, Nichole's words hit home in a way that I was not expecting.
Nichole's self-flagellation in this passage links to how her only forms of validation and love come from external sources. she ties all of her self-worth to being desirable: she is popular in the server; she's found physically attractive by her peers; even her relationship with Katherine is defined by how Katherine makes her feel—without any reciprocity.
in a lot of ways, Nichole enjoys being hot. obviously it's fun and cool to be desired. but her thoughts here lay bare how she can't process love and respect in any other way.
sex can be very role-driven. it's often performative and full of preconceptions. that's hot! roleplaying is sexy, bdsm is sexy, idealising and sexualising your partner can be rewarding and fun... if you communicate and set good boundaries and go into it with respect. when you don't respect yourself, let alone your partners...
you will be good at sex. you will drive yourself not just to be good at sex, but to be constantly pushing your life into sexual encounters. the rush of a scene headspace, the feeling of control when you satisfy your partner, satisfy yourself, do everything right this time, this is a feeling you can understand, of making them happy, of succeeding in an interaction with defined parameters, don't worry about why you feel so empty inside just wrap your teeth around their neck and bite down just like they want you to—
growing up i was a mediator and emotional manager. i always felt like succeeding in a role that i created for myself was the only way to achieve affection. everything becomes the role, and you like it. doing it makes you happy, right? despite how different it may seem, Nichole is doing this too! she's pushing every single relationship she has into scenarios where she can control the role that she plays because it's all that she feels she's good at. she knows how to be sexy, and she's very good at it.
it seems at first that Emmy is one of the few who can be a source of authority in Nichole's life without feeding into this role. as controlling as Emmy is, she's an organising force in Nichole's life despite leading her down the path to evil. aaaaaaaaand then it's revealed in the worst possible way that Emmy is also sexually attracted to her and suddenly it's that role again! you're never free! you're a sexual object now, congrats babe, that's all you'll ever be! hope you're good at it!
bringing us to this line. Nichole's misplaced self-awareness. she knows she's missing something. she knows she's not supposed to define all of her relationships sexually. but of course she turns that inwards. she thinks herself incapable of breaching out of this reward system she's invented for herself, instead of diagnosing this need for unconditional validation and connection that she is feeling. she's trapping herself in her own skinner box and can't get out.
it's not enough to say that all of these characters need therapy (though they do lol). it's about how Leigh-Ann and Bhatt have thought up how every single character's own fucked-up trauma and self-perception is so carefully thought out and understandable and aaaaaaaa! it makes me jealous how easy they make it look!
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
one of the things they don't tell you about being bisexual in an M/F relationship is that your partner will occasionally do something sappy like tell you that they love you, or call you their favourite person, or give you a forehead kiss, or
and your instinct is to go "gaaaaaaay" because you're 25 and irony poisoned BUT
i had to hack a client's machine at work because he forgot his password and there's just.
a disabled admin account.
right there.
on every windows machine.
and you can enable it with one change at the registry level. and that's it! you own that machine now! i'll just make your password "password", run commands at kernel level, whatever i want!
i thought my work was being anal by policing that we all use bitlocker and keeping it up-to-date but no like,
if some shlub like me can do it in an afternoon with no experience, a professional could pwn us so hard it's not even funny.
the urge to arrange your Viewing of New Media like you're planning a drug trip, with set and setting and making sure you have time to process it and aren't going to get distracted halfway through and have appropriate snacks for the occasion and will have time afterwards to process it and the moon isn't waxing gibbous and Mercury isn't in retrograde and
one of the things they don't tell you about being bisexual in an M/F relationship is that your partner will occasionally do something sappy like tell you that they love you, or call you their favourite person, or give you a forehead kiss, or
and your instinct is to go "gaaaaaaay" because you're 25 and irony poisoned BUT
You aren't dead, but you're leaving our friend group.
You aren't dead but you've moved to a different state and now we text twice a year.
You aren't dead but you blocked me.
You aren't dead but we stopped talking, not on purpose but so long ago that I wouldn't even know what to say to you now.
You aren't dead but you're a stranger to me now.
You aren't dead but we lost touch and now I don't even remember your username.
You aren't dead but I ended things with you and now we never speak.
You aren't dead but I still have to grieve you. Whether I'd change it if I could or not, you're still a presence that I'm used to and now you won't be there anymore.
“lol why are you following the boobs and ass artist” why do you think I’m following the boobs and ass artist. do you think I go to the grocery store ironically too
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