STOP IT, self-help manatee. I actually just cried because of LAST MONTH.
Thank you, self-help manatee. I needed that.
This is just beautiful.
I didn’t even know I needed this.Source: sebastianshortcakes
Grazing, chatting with Janice, I saw Marty startle.
That candy-ass freaks out at some little red human
trying to be scary, forgetting that he has a ton on it.
Marty trips into Steve and he freaks out.
Then everybody’s running.
Pressed against three guys bigger than me.
Can’t think for the noise, but
thinking of Janice, wondering idly
where she is in this rumbling crowd.
All this noise and running makes me anxious
Am I any better than Marty or Steve?
I think and realize I’m scared of the red man too
You’d think that five hundred or so
huge guys like us with our massive shoulders
and horns could run those little bastards down
But I remember Connie.
She was never a great runner, a little slow.
She got hit with a few of their little sticks
and she fell. Little bastards are good
Looking over the crowd, pressing, running
Mad, crazy from fear and the noise,
I see the first few just… disappear.
And then the next bunch.
I try to pull back but the push is too strong
All of my herd, mindless with fear
Pushing, shoving us all
Running from those screeching red men.
I try to yell, to tell them that they’re falling
That we’re falling, but the thunder of hooves
dwarfs my words.
The ones right in front of me fall
I think of Janice
It’s a fact so jaw-dropping it’s unbelievable — people thought it was a crazy Internet rumor until Politifact verified it. But it’s true: More Americans have died just since 1960 from gun incidents — suicides, accidents, and homicides — than died in every war in U.S. history. The deadliest war the U.S. has ever had is the war we waged against ourselves.
(via wilwheaton)Source: upwr.me
See also: This piece by Emily Heist Moss. - Paul
This happens all the time. Every car horn, every whistle, every cat call and lewd exclamation, strengthens the lesson I’ve been taught over and over and over again throughout my entire life: as a lady, my body is on public display and open for judgment—from anyone.
Most men who will see this are decent, rational guys who will sympathize with my feelings. A small, vocal handful of dudes will send me private messages about how women like me can’t “take a fucking compliment.” This is not for either of you. This is for the guys who don’t know yet that attracting unwanted attention doesn’t make women feel good, no matter how nice their intentions are. I can’t speak for everyone, but I can say that I personally get embarrassed, often scared, and always—ALWAYS—ashamed, in some way, in how I look.
So… now that you know, cut it out. Tell all the girls how nice they are and how amazing they are at their jobs instead.
Indeed. Shit creeps me out.Source: sarapocock