MEANWHILE, IN CANADA
It’s been a really weird news day.
It’s been a really weird news day.
i love the fuck out of condensed milk and toast w/condensed milk (and butter!!!) sounds fucking amazing—but it *looks* like somebody ejaculated all over this poor toast, and that sorta makes me gag.
Hah! If ejaculate actually tasted like condensed mi…I’ve said too much.
my heart just stopped. i just read on a feminist site a (presumably) feminist say “What’s the point of feminism if feminists don’t believe people can change?”—and this was said about a man who attempted to murder a woman, who has abused women, who has slept with women students, on and on and on and on….
What’s the point of feminism if feminists don’t believe
men who try to murder womenpeople can change?
i feel as if i should go out into baby sugg’s field and apologize to all the women who have fought and died for gender justice.
what is the fucking point of feminism if you can’t count on other feminists to have a woman’s back, shun the fuck out of a dangerous slimy predatory douchebag, kick him out of the community, and make his name dirt?
I mean I thought that was the whole point of the thing
Yeah this is why I don’t call myself a feminist anymore
Re: my last post—!!!
I will keep you posted as infrequently as possible, because my love life is so off-topic it ain’t even funny. We return to our regular scheduled program tomorrow.
ETA: Things have been a bit slow because in the real world, it’s municipal budget time, and I’ve got live-tweeting to do. What are these “holiday parties” you speak of?
I have a CRUSH and I’m kinda scared to ask her out even though I know she likes me even if she doesn’t, like, like me but also scared that someone else will ask her out first because she’s pretty awesome and normally I would be wibbling about this on Twitter but we follow each other on Twitter.
She doesn’t know about Tumblr, though.
Ahhhh, Tumblr. You’re always there for me.
For fuckyeahqueercuts! I’ve been cutting my own hair for…jeez, at least a year? This is my routine:
tl:dr; Use clippers on all the hair you can’t see from the front. (Practise without the clippers turned on, so you know by feel instead of sight—it gets confusing with a mirror.) Then use scissors on the parts you can see to cut random bits till it gets that choppy, kind of layered look.
Oh yeah, and attitude! You can have the ugliest hair ever and if you act like it’s supposed to look like that, people will believe you.
P. S. Forgot to put the attachment on the clipper and shaved a bald patch once. The world didn’t end. I wore cute scarves for a week (I looked like a butch Yenta) and kept cutting my hair with the clippers to get it closer to the shorter patch, and life went on.
P. P. S. Caveat: YMMV depending on hair type. My hair is straight, fine, and thick. Anon should look up tips for their particular hair type + ethnicity + whatever.
I can’t. Because I’m too shy to ask any of these people to watch my laptop and stuff for me.
The spot between my boobs is ITCHING UNBEARABLY but I can’t scratch it because I’m sitting in a Second cup with a ton of people around including a guy right in front of me who’s looked at me weird a couple times because I was laughing at Twitter.
It’s been nice knowing you all.
“The nature of God is a circle of which the center is everywhere and the circumference is nowhere”
– Empedocles (via theancientworld)
…uh, cite? This reads like a mashup of fragment B27 and the ones after (“…God, a sphere, round, rejoicing in complete solitude”—other translations here and here) and Jorge Luis Borges’ “The Library of Babel”: “The Library is a sphere whose exact center is any one of its hexagons and whose circumference is inaccessible.”
I grant that Borges may be making a reference I don’t get, but it is probably not to Empedocles. If you look at the fragments it seems like Empedocles is speaking figuratively, talking about the cycle of change—how matter is structured and recombined into many different things over time, and how all these different sorts of things we seem to have are actually made out of the same stuff. Nothing is really created or destroyed. (Kind of like a metaphysical version of the law of conservation of mass. Those Greeks were perplexed on a conceptual level by the idea of something coming from nothing, or something turning into nothing.)
My representative in Toronto city council, ladies and gents. A shame I didn’t do this myself…
Mine too. Ward 14 represent!