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R: OH MY GOD I HAD A DREAM ABOUT DRAKE.

We had a meet cute at a baseball game, and then he hung out in my basement for a few days because he just needed some comforting and a break from all the stress of being a celebrity. It was pretty intimate (a lot of cuddling on the couch) but I was like, "we can't go any farther because I'm married. But I'm sure B would understand that Drake just needs some cuddling."

B: Yeah, I would probably understand.

R: I mean, it's Drake

and he just needs some cuddling

#dissertating

B: Agent May from SHIELD and Rosa from Brooklyn Nine-Nine pass each other in a hallway. They glance at each other significantly, then silently continue on their way.

R: Beautiful

R: Divine

R: Angels weep

R: Stars align

B: The universe pauses

R: Glorious steely silence reigns on earth, for just a moment

B: Somewhere a baby eagle is born

newyorker

majozaur

#sotd

Lessons of this video:

Don't slut shame

Don't fuck with Barbara Eden

riseabovethemadness

Slowly I began to understand fully that there was no place in academe for folks from working-class backgrounds who did not wish to leave the past behind. That was the price of the ticket. Poor students would be welcome at the best institutions of higher learning only if they were willing to surrender memory, to forget the past and claim the assimilated present as the only worthwhile and meaningful reality. Students from nonprivileged backgrounds who did not want to forget often had nervous breakdowns. They could not bear the weight of all the contradictions they had to confront. They were crushed. More often than not they dropped out with no trace of their inner anguish recorded, no institutional record of the myriad ways their take on the world was assaulted by an elite vision of class and privilege. The records merely indicated that even after receiving financial aid and other support, these students simply could not make it, simply were not good enough. At no time in my years as a student did I march in a graduation ceremony. I was not proud to hold degrees from institutions where I had been constantly scorned and shamed. I wanted to forget these experiences, to erase them from my consciousness. Like a prisoner set free, I did not want to remember my years on the inside.

bell hooks, Where We Stand: Class Matters: “Coming to Class Consciousness” (via ondulacion)

#sucker punch #right to the gut

DELIGHTFUL

banannabeth

Not going to lie, there was a lot of bean dip, hot showers, and hate flowing during the polar vortex.

#hairpin

People For Whom I Have Mad Respect (Winter Edition)

Plumbers

CTA workers repairing lines in the dead of winter

The homeless

People in long distance relationships (esp. when out of necessity)

People without access to running water

People who exercise in winter

People who convince/force kids to dress appropriately in inclement weather

I salute you.

THIS RIGHT HERE is why diverse cultural representation matters. Imagine if OITNB pulled a Lena Dunham and said, "we don't want a trans person on our show, because we can't speak to their experience" or if they cast a cis person to play a trans person...NO. This is why it's important and powerful for trans folk, people of color, women, lgbt, etc. to populate cultural platforms so that they can ASSERT THEIR HUMANITY and SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES, not to mention shutting down fools perpetuating oppressive language and beliefs. <3 Laverne Cox for President <3