World's Sleepiest Gayce

TIL “Yankee Doodle” was written by the British to mock americans. “Doodle” is thought to come from the German “dödel”, meaning “fool” or “simpleton” and “macaroni,” a flamboyantly stylish type of dress, painting the Yankees as morons who thought placing a feather in one’s cap made them a “dandy.”

US moron came to town

The Odyssey but retold as a low-stakes modern adventure of one guy out with his girlfriend leaving the bar with his buddies to do just one (1) simple thing real quick, it'll take like 15 minutes tops, he'll be right back, but then some bullshit happens and the trip keeps getting more complicated as more bullshit keeps happening while he just tries to get back to the bar because he promised his girlfriend that he'd get back and he knows that she's still there because she told him she'd wait there.

His girlfriend had been fending off the 5 drunk guys for most of the evening by explaining that even if she was going to ditch her boyfriend, she can't possibly leave without finishing her beer, which she is keeping perpetually full via careful sleight of hand where she's just pouring it back and forth into and out of the pitcher.

This getting reblogged with “and my thirties” “and my forties” “and my fifties”

[Video: An elderly woman is knitting and happens to look out the window to see a pair of young men walking by, who embrace and kiss. She watches after them a bit. The scene changes, and the woman has gone into a courtyard; outside the window of the flat where the men presumably live, a rainbow flag about the size of a standard sheet of paper is hanging. The woman shakes her head and calls it ridiculous; she then knocks it down with a broom handle, and we see it flutter to the ground. Later, we see the young men return to the courtyard and look up, dropping their bags in surprise. Rather than dismay at the missing flag, they now look on in wonder at the knitted rainbow flag that has replaced it, which stretches the whole width of the window and down past the bottom of the fixture the original flag had been attached to. We switch back to the view inside the woman's flat, where we see a bowl of yarn in colors that match the knitted flag; the woman caresses a black-and-white photo of her younger self in a side embrace with another woman, and smiles. End.]

I live in the northwest coast of Canada so we walk everywhere and do stuff outside in the rain and swim in whatever lakes and rivers we find so imagine my smug sense of Canadian superiority when I met a USAmerican Midwesterner who was horrified at the very thought

BC, Canada:

I'm just going to say it - body hair (and beauty standards in general) is truly one of the final frontiers of women's issues in the West. Too many women just love their gilded cage too much. It shocks me how virulently women will defend it. I barely open my mouth and the "well I like how it feels. it just makes me feel cleaner. sensory issues. I do it for me. feminism is about choosing (to conform)." brigade come rushing in by the dozens.