emotional exhaust

Even better, the comments to this Twitter post were an absolute FIRESTORM of mostly dudes explaining to her that dials can’t only have 2 positions (not true) and that it wasn’t a very good piece (not true) that she was being disrespectful to her teacher (don’t care) and that it was a sign of her stupidity/rabid feminism/intellectual laziness/misandry/etc. that she couldn’t see any “middle ground.” It became, in its way, a performance piece. I was absolutely mesmerised, even as I wished I could cock-punch people through the internet.

Personally I hope that knob goes to 11 and stays there.

“Dials can’t have only 2 positions” is also missing the point. Even if it doesn’t have only 2 positions, the point stands that getting less of/farther away from “raging feminist” requires getting more of/closer to “complicit in my own dehumanization.” You should always be at 0% having to be complicit in your own dehumanization.

writing is so fun

writing is impossible why does anyone do this

It be like that

image description : a remarkably rectangular white cat, lying on their back on a sofa with all four paws outstretched.

Going to bed with a sleepy girl is so dangerous bc you will wake up and she'll still be asleep and you're like ahhh she looks so pretty I can stay here a few more minutes and then she opens her gorgeous eyes that sparkle in the morning sunlight and looks at you and says "good morning" in the sweetest little voice you've ever heard and snuggles up on your chest and then you're TRAPPED forever

Me walking into work

It bugs me when people are unnecessarily mean. Like, you didn’t have to make that comment. You could have just kept your mouth shut and left that person not feeling bad about themselves. What do you gain from making someone else feel like shit? Nothing of substance. Maybe a fleeting moment of power but that’s gone as soon as it comes so why? There’s enough unhappiness in the world without you adding to it.