I usually have my epiphanies in the shower.
Things that all started when someone stole a loaf of bread:
MY ROOMMATE FOUND THE BLACK WIDOW DYNAMIC DRINKWARE CUP.
THE AVENGERS CAN NOW ASSEMBLE. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. THE AVENGERS CAN NOW ASSEMBLE.
ALSO, NOW NATASHA AND I CAN BE BOSOM BUDDIES.
The great thing about transmisogynistic feminism is that it’s really easy to build a movement that attempts to reduce women to genitalia. There already is one! It’s called “patriarchy.”
Seriously talk all your shit about “authenticity” and “real talent” but do you honestly think your cloying overdone White Guy music “legends” could deliver even a nominally passable performance in 6 inch heels while recalling hours’ worth of choreography in super form-fitting clothes while still having to focus on preserving their hair and makeup AND having to be fit enough to at least appear unfazed by the demands of the performance NO you don’t. The fact of the matter is that the spectacle aspect of American pop music is set phenomenally lower for men than women and your criticism is such a snore
Trying to teach second graders about inertia after taking over the counter cold meds shouldn’t be this hard.
a reminder from your friendly neighborhood professor:
the crappy paper that you actually turn in will always get a higher grade than the zero you’ll get for the potentially flawless paper that exists only in your head because you panicked and couldn’t bear to write something that you’d convinced yourself wasn’t good enough
I feel like I should use this as a header in all the essay prompts I hand out.