Game of butts
I liked this so I could come back and find it. I don’t like it. I hate it. I want to punch this kid in the face.
Gaga has a lot of problems, a massive list of problems, but whatever else she is, she’s also a bisexual woman and policing her queerness is bullshit. erasing her queerness is bullshit.
all the people I see tagging this post and the other, with the actual video, with “LGBT,” why are you bothering to include the B? what do you think it stands for? because supporting the erasure of Gaga’s queerness says to me that you either don’t believe the B exists, don’t believe it has the same value as the L, G, and T, or you feel qualified to judge who is and who isn’t queer. and if you believe any of those things, fuck you.
and if people don’t know that Gaga is bisexual, and that’s why they’re supporting this, that’s even more reason to stop doing it. if her queer identity wasn’t constantly being denied and erased, then you would know.
assigning value to or privileging some kinds of queerness over others is damaging as hell and ignorant as fuck. if you want to take on all the ways that Gaga is problematic, go for it, I’ll be right there with you. but saying she’s not queer enough is bullshit.
Jesus Fucking Christ, cosigned.
Taking down Moriarty’s web took a little longer than expected, but London’s favorite partners in crime solving are finally back together again! (“Fifty-three years, Sherlock!” “What?” “I SAID, FIFTY-THREE YEARS!!!” “WHAT??”) Everything happily goes back to normal again, except for maybe a few changes! Mrs. Hudson is still alive, but she’s a computer now (the hip’s doing fine)! Lestrade retired twenty years ago but the duo still bother him for cases all the time! The Game just ain’t as Great as it was back in my day! The Blind Banker is actually going blind! Help, I’ve Reichenbach Fallen and I can’t get up!
Okay, so Sherlock and John have to take two-hour naps in between cases and no longer have teeth, but hey, you finally got your Season 3, so who’s complaining?! OH! GOD! IRENE! NOT THE BATTLE DRESS! NO!
So many creepers who think their lives are straight out of a Joseph Gordon-Levitt movie. This guy was hitting on a girl who was clearly not interested, follows her, spews some condescending bullshit and then waits for her for five hours and pees in a coconut water bottle. And the whole story is just so painful to read. Please keep in mind that this was the first night the two met.
And fellas - or ladies, for that matter - if you do this, I WILL laugh in your face.
Highlights after the jump:
lol this dude was in one of my painting classes and he painted a nude self-portrait
HE’s WAITING ON THE STEPS TOMORROW
I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING TOMORROW
THIS IS THE MOST HILARIOUS THING I’VE EVER READ
I AM FREAKING CRYING NOpe
OH MY FUCKING GOD I CANNOT.
bringing this back because he actually deleted it for spoilers with Thanos and NOT for the orgasm thing. Thomas, I love you.
JFC LOL DNJSNDJSDNJDSJNSJDNJSD
delete delete delete!!!!!!
omfg i am still crying over this HELP.
I’m going through my writing folder and found this excellent thing that I wrote about my daily high school life at age 15. Loling at myself forever.
“And where are you supposed to be?”
Ah, la question la plus importante! It rings eternally down the halls of Notre Dame High School, from the pursed lips of that venerable steamroller of a nun, Sister Nancy, as she stalks the halls searching for new prey. Prey in the form of students left in the halls after passing time, with their shirts un-tucked, or – God forbid! – the wrong brand of hideous khakis on. The question itself means a lot more than you would think, just looking at the words. It’s actually a Nunnish phrase, spoken in the Anger/Sexual Repression form of speech. The closest translation I can come up with is “GET TO CLASS DEGENERATE!! BEFORE I GET THE WHIPS AND HANDCUFFS!!”. I am fluent in Nunnish, due to many years experience, and let me tell you, everything with nuns comes down to sexual repression.
Thinking up smart alec answers to this question is a traditional pastime for the more interesting of ND students. My personal favorite:
“I am supposed to be wherever I am at this moment.”
This statement has no adequate translation into Nunnish and so Sister just assumes I’m mouthing off or else she gets confused and ignores it. In this particular incident, she goes with option B.
“Well, see you get there.”
And the Eastern Philosopher in me, the Bokunonist, the Acid Freak who finds deep allegories of life in every moment, nods internally and says “Isn’t that what we’re all doing?” Out loud, I mumble a “yes sister” and head to the caff for a free period.
actual real life true catholic school stories, what was wrong with me
Despite all this Fourth of July excitement, I really don’t like fireworks.
They’re loud and not usually all that exciting to me.
I only ever like them in Japan, where I LOVE them. They happen all summer for various festivals and local events. I think America’s unfortunate to only have them for this one holiday. Fireworks are one of my favorite manga tropes because they remind me so much of summer and they can be romantic, but they’re just as easily for friends and family.
I’m not sure when fireworks became the big summer kigo they are today. I’d say the big summer association classically was “hot, hot, so hot I’m dying, when will the sun go away, oh look it’s raining but it’s still just as hot” plus hototogisu and cicadas and fireflies. It always seemed like the least romantic season to me, in terms of Japanese seasonal constructions (probably because Kyoto, the site of the creation of Japan’s seasonal associations, is hot in a way that’s ridiculous and deadly.) This made me sad because summer is my favorite season - and then I lived in Kyoto and now “late spring / early summer” is my favorite, and it’s more the anticipation of summer that’s my favorite rather than its actuality.
When my host parents were driving me to the train station on the night I left Kanazawa, there were fireworks going on for unknown reasons. They stopped at a department store and we went up on the roof of the parking garage and watched. That was the nicest fireworks experience I’ve had.
This week, Better Book Titles turned 2 years old: 5 Million visits, over 400 book titles, and there will soon be a book version! Thank you everyone for the positive feedback and all the great submissions.
I wanted to share a related blog I started with my friend Robert Dean, called Unquotables. Here are some of my favorites.
Happy Fourth of July!