People who say there is never a reason to hit a girl are full of shit.
What if she
- puts a gun to your head
- comes at you with a baseball bat
- drowns a child and is reaching for another to drown
- is going to set fire to your house
Fuck your fake gender equality bullshit. Treat everyone the same. Don’t hit women, men, or people in general.
Art Nouveau Doors <3
(Photos uncredited as I collected them on my hard-drive a long time ago!)
I got my beloved Marigny Treme Brown-Gervais just as soon as I moved out of the dorm room and into my first apartment. I’m ashamed to say that my thought process was not “Do I have the money to take her for yearly checkups? Who will watch her if I go intern somewhere for the summer? What will my life be like for the next 15 years, which is how long she may live?” but more along the lines of “My life would be happier if there were a cat wandering around in this apartment.”
Eight years later, we still enjoy one another’s company, except for that time three weeks after I adopted her that I had to evacuate for a hurricane and didn’t have a cat carrier, so she ended up riding in two laundry baskets wired together and stared at me the whole way, probably wondering why I was such a failure at pet ownership.
But there are apartments I can’t get because I have a pet, and pet sitting to arrange when I go away, and vet bills when she gets a kitty ailment. I still wouldn’t be able to spend thousands of dollars if she needed surgery, which makes me feel like a bad owner, but having $4,000 squirreled away seems an unreasonably high bar to pet ownership. She’s 800 percent worth it to me, but these are things I wish I’d given more thought to.
And dogs are way more care- and cost-intensive than cats. Cats, I am pretty sure, are closer to house plants than to dogs on the care-requirement continuum.
A couple quick reminders that hopefully don’t sound like harping:
• A pet is a not a living safety blanket.
• Some people will disagree with me on this, but failing to spay or neuter your pet is a few degrees of separation from killing cats or dogs. So, so, so many animals need homes. As my little sister who used to work in a shelter put it, in the best case scenario you secure homes for the offspring that may otherwise have gone to shelter pets.
• Marigny is indoor-outdoor because when she was indoor only, her life and mine were both hell. That being said, indoor cats live a LOT longer on average than indoor-outdoor cats.
• Moving is not an excuse to take a pet to the shelter. Again, that is pretty much killing your pet. It sounds harsh, but it’s depressingly true.
I just followed this blog yesterday and I already LOVE IT.
Jessie Pinkman (Aaron Paul) from Breaking Bad in a Corn Pops commercial (1999)
Seriously considering buying a Members Only jacket and an 86 Mercedes. Now all I need is a wheelbarrow full of cocaine.
YES! And def make sure it’s a douchey S-class.
PS, you could fit a LOT of cocaine in that trunk, FYI. :X
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That’s alot of fuzz.
Everything I could say has already been said.
Don’t you ever get tired of screaming at each other to “check your privilege”?
We get it. Someone else got a pony ride and you didn’t.
Seriously, though, how do these people interact with other humans in the real world? I imagine they must all just sit in silence and internalize their rage until they can go back to their computers and furiously crysturbate to DeviantArt.
I had “transethnic,” “fictionkin,” AND “vanilla privilege” all cross my dash in a 24-hour period.
What are these people doing? Is anyone really that desperate to be oppressed or to have problems? Would developing a warm, fun personality for their IRL interactions not be a more fruitful solution to the social ostracizing they are no doubt compensating for?
I guess if you say, “No one likes me and my life is hard because I am actually a toaster inside and society wants to crush my spirit and marginalize me,” it’s a lot easier to swallow than, “No one likes me and my life is hard because I’m incredibly socially awkward and instead of working on that in some tangible way, I bury myself in online communities which reinforce my delusions and remove me even further from reality.”
But that doesn’t mean you should try and legitimize it, or yell at unsuspecting internet denizens for treading on your “oppressed” toes.
LOOK AT YOUR LIFE, TUMBLR. LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES.
LOOK AT YOUR LIFE, LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES.
all true. (my youngest sibling actually did the last one)