i would say hello but we've met before

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If there are nine people at a table, a nazi sits down and nobody gets up to leave, you have 10 nazis.

lot of people believe in the existence of the patriarchy so long as it has nothing to do with relationships or sex or employment or the family or social status or abuse or power or

the biggest reason i do not listen to how to save a life by the fray regularly is i dislike that it never outlines what to do after step 1

the thing about capitalism is that at a certain point a product reaches its maximum audience and cant really be improved (at least not while remaining profitable), but capitalism requires a product provide infinite growth, and at that point the only way to increase profits is to raise prices, cut corners, and in the case of services start adding advertisements. this is just how the system works.

i love it when writers play sympathy chicken with me by making characters who suck for understandable reasons but are, like, so uncharismatic and regressive and genuinely difficult to root for about it. i love it when being a victim doesn't make someone a better person or motivate any kind of self reflection or improvement. i love it when people who were hurt respond in mundane, unromantically terrible ways that only make them more pathetic and repellent to others. i'm not even being ironic these are some of my favourite kinds of characters. can't say i'm as fond of what happens when they're introduced to a fandom though.

Are they like..... Yknow.... [Goes to do a hand gesture but forgets I'm a wizard and I accidentally cast Lv50 lightning bolt]

This will sound like a joke but I’m serious. My first introduction to postmodern queer theory was stumbling on a televised talent show as a pre-teen and watching this woman smash soda cans with her breasts. When the judges asked her a predictable question, if I recall correctly, she answered: “they’re fake but they’re real.” I knew what she meant. She’d had implants, sure, but she wasn’t just wearing a prop she could put on or take off. She wasn’t trying for verisimilitude—her breasts were real simply because they were hers. Ever since I’ve been fascinated by the possibility of something being real and fake at the same time, and the truth that these aren’t static or mutually exclusive categories. I think of all the people who have doubted the authenticity of my faggy mannerisms, accusing me of putting on an act instead of being myself. I feel so much pressure to say that this is just who I naturally am, but this is only half the truth. I do like being feminine, I do like being over the top, I do like being tacky in the most delightful ways, and sometimes I emphasize these parts of me just because I can. We can choose who we want to be and still be real. Anyway as I typed this I looked up the video and found that during that woman’s performance Dynamite by Taio Cruz was playing so good for her.