back when America was great, the banks were run great — so great, that’s what they called it, “a bank run”, when a bank was so popular that people came rushing in to be customers

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eminem, his shirt stained with mom’s spaghetti

i was initially thinking of a darmok and jalad angle but couldn’t land it 🙃

and fffffffuck i couldn’t manage to find a time later where i felt i could interrupt her to actually do it

to be fair it was a busy day so the real window wasn’t that long, but most of all i still quailed at the thought of demanding her attention

my wife’s attention 😭

personality disorder sucks

sometimes this feels like an invitation to invent a new persona to act in for the evening, and go over the top

i really really really do not like boxing in any way but i’m kind of glad about the results here

“glory bro”: now for men!

tbh it makes ballet a lot less dysphoric

team laserpits go!!!

a year ago i was flying on a tiny turboprop next to a new mother with her nursing infant daughter and ohhhhh my god i swear my phantom uterus was doing backflips

i’ve had a few crying sessions over the thought that had the timeline been different i could have nursed at least our youngest 😭

don’t cross the streams!!

That’s what these ‘debates’ are really about: framing old fashioned oppression as some kind of high-brow concern for women’s happiness.

You know what makes us happy? Bank accounts. Voting rights. The ability to leave a bad marriage and not have a miscarriage kill us.

i discovered it for myself maybe five years into owning our current house, but i am not sure if the original owners ever found out

the first cleaning was … memorable

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i can’t even imagine being mean to a stranger, or finding that in any way funny, let alone someone i care about! i absolutely do not understand the appeal

the only pranks i enjoy watching are when it’s just weird and very silly, more like a magic trick, and the target is left laughing in disbelief

yes! the asymmetry of it all really tears me apart! the hours and hours of suffering and tears, shame and torment, introspection and (expensive!) therapy time … when they have yet to even imagine they have done anything to apologize for