Underground Boring

all that bimbo girl dinner girl math “i’m too pretty to understand the economy” passenger princess shit is not subversive. it does not make men mad. it is not reclamation. the joke is on you. they are laughing at you, not with you, and the tradition of women who play to men’s most heinous views of women in order to get a bag is long and established. these women are apart of that legacy no matter what idiotic, hyperonline choice feminism spin they try to give it. it is never and never will be progressive to treat women as though we are naturally incompetent and incapable

was handed a new style guide at work and now we gotta use "person-first" language meaning you can't say "lgbt person" you gotta say "a person who is lgbt" and it's very fun and whimsical for me to imagine a world in which this helps anyone

liberals have gotten themselves so confused about language that they think saying "a mentally ill person" somehow erases that individual's personhood. they also think the magic solution is to just clumsily rearrange the words. fascinating.

The CIA's publicly available tactics for breaking organizations and movements as released within the Simple Sabotage Field Manual heavily relies on minor and unimpactful linguistic critique.

This is so important! Running the euphemism treadmill at top speed, derailing any conversation to correct and "call out" any improper language, and eventually (inevitably) replacing all meaningful discussion with meaningless terminology debates is quite literally wrecker behavior.

catwalk :D

manul monday.

I wish it were more acceptable for girls and women to just call feminine beauty rituals degrading.

like i cant believe how much i used to jump around that word growing up. No, I'm not gonna wear a swimsuit that's designed to show my entire ass, only looks good when im completely bald down there or otherwise forces me to constantly monitor my behavior or my literal gentials will spill out of it because it's "just not my style". I find it literally degrading. I feel like an animal.

Wednesday is the only day of the week with a W in it, and boy, does it know it.

Sometimes the rats in my brain come together and start yelling “YEARNING” and in trying to appease them I ask “FOR WHAT” but they are too small so all they can say is “YEARNING” which is a very big word for such a tiny creature, even collectively