I keep hearing on tumblr that 10 is the magic number for how many people you’ve slept with. (Seriously like, 3 times in a week that’s popped up on my dash.)
This number, as if by magic, is simultaneously too high for women, too low for men, and suspiciously expected to be deviated from by those…
I’ve been waiting for this post all my life
the disclaimer though
reblogging again because I actually read the disclaimer this time…
I could provide you with several more articles like this, but I know that facts aren’t going to dissuade you from what is ultimately an emotional opinion. You want to believe what you’re saying because it gives you some comfort that women are no threat to you and your big manly brain.
Well, I’m telling you, as a fellow man, that your brains are shit and the only thing you’ve ever invented is 16 new ways to be a tool.
So I came home from school a few days ago and found this on one of the cabinets in my house.
See about three years ago my parents decided to go on a big push to get healthy. At the time we were all really overweight, it was a good idea. Our motto became “Eat less. Exercise more.” This was reasonable, because we often had thirds in every meal, and I couldn’t run to my mail box without getting out of breath.
Since that time between the four members of my family we’ve lost a hundred and sixty pounds. I am muscled, curvy, and a weight I love. I exercise four days a week, usually boxing early in the morning before school. Usually in the course of a day I’ll eat two pieces of toast, a sandwich and a fruit, and a small piece of meet with a couple vegetables.
My parents are not impressed. At one time, they always repeated to me “healthy at any weight”, but now it has turned not to being healthy to be healthy, but lose weight lose weight lose weight.
My eleven year old sister and I have started working with each other to sneak food into our rooms that they won’t notice we’ve taken.
The other day, I didn’t wake up at five before school to work out, and my dad yelled at me, making me promise to work out an extra day that week.
My dad picks apart my lunch in the morning. Recently, they started giving me only half a sandwich.
A few days ago, my sister went to get a cheese stick after school, and my mother told her that if she ate it, it would be her entire dinner. My sister ate it, and didn’t get dinner.
My parents told me I need to get a personal trainer so I can “improve faster”.
My family has a history of eating disorders, and everyday my family seems more and more anorexic. I’m scared for both myself and my younger sister. Both of us try to not eat, because we get approval from our parents for being “more healthy”.
I’ve stopped eating lunch, trying to loose weight so that they will be nicer to me.
I don’t think my parents realize that they’re fostering eating disorders, but the other day I tried to make myself puke, because they treat food like poison.
I was wondering if you could reblog this if you think this sounds unhealthy, because I keep trying to talk myself out of thinking that it is.
THIS IS NOT HEALTHY!
THIS IS THE ROAD TO DEATH!
FOOD IS NOT POISON!
IT IS NOURISHMENT!
No. That’s absurd to me.
My mom is a travel agent and I can confirm that people are legitimately this stupid when it comes to travel.
"It took us 9 hours to get home to England but the Americans only took 3 hours this is unfair" OH YES LET ME JUST REARRANGE THE GEOGRAPHY OF THE FUCKING PLANET FOR YOU SIR TERRIBLY SORRY
Whenever I think “oh this is the funniest one” I read the next one and I just can’t
My brain just exploded. Goodnight. Goodbye. It was nice knowing you.
I can’t… Whu?
Then someone said the word Spaghetti, not realizing that someone at the party was once raped by Spaghetti. Insensitive fucking pricks. Don’t they realize the mere utterance of certain words is enough to destroy a person’s psyche utterly and totally?
you know what?
i’ve been raped.
i’ve been declared a “retard” by schools and peers.
i am a fucking shemale.
and you know what else?
NONE OF THESE WORDS FUCKING HURT ME.
fuck you, op. fuck you for perpetuating this idea that we’re so fucking weak that words hurt us. fuck you for promoting weakness among those of us who haven’t yet learned to deal with mere words. most of all, though, fuck you for deluding yourself into thinking you’re doing anything good for anyone but yourself.
I don’t care what you think is appropriate. My remarks were part of an ideological framework whose lynchpin is the notion of self-ownership. Your objection is based, as far as I can tell, on little more than your own indignation, which almost certainly has its foundations in the puritanical idea that the body is somehow a dirty or shameful thing.
Samantha Bee talks to Peter Schiff, financial commentator and CEO of Euro Pacific Capital Inc.
Jon Stewart compares the media’s treatment of Justin Bieber and Rob Ford to the treatment of Seattle Seahawks cornerback Richard Sherman.
I wish there was a codeword for “you sprung that plan on me too last-minute and I didn’t have enough time to mentally prepare myself” because I feel kinda bad when someone spontaneously invites me to do something and I’m just like no no no no I need wARNING I have to have enough time to build up my social energy
I really wish people understood this.
THIS THIS THIS. A thousand times THIS.
They’re still there, Whispering… In the loose sand in the mortar of my fireplace. Behind the pipes of my kitchen sink. In the crack above my ceiling fan. The light would be a respite but for the shine of their eyes.
I am still uncertain if they changed my life… or ended it.
Oh God help… Oh get me out…
Thucydides (via jammerskrik)
(“Eat that, Sparta”.)
But video games do it all the time!