I’ve gotten so good at telling people what I like and what I want that I’ve been accused of topping from the bottom, but telling people what I don’t like is completely different territory.
The Complete Wimmen’s Comix is simply one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever seen. I’m proud just to hold it in my hands; I’m proud just to have it on my bookshelf. It’s the crown jewel of my comics collection.
And yet I witness so many “activists” who claim to care about those at the bottom of society ignoring the realities of oppression, as if being offended by a person’s speech or worldview is equal to prison time or living on the streets. They talk about listening, being humble, questioning one’s preconceived notions about other people and hearing their lived experiences…and yet ignore the lived experiences of those who don’t speak or think properly in the view of university-educated social justice warriors, regardless of how much worse off they really are. That is not to say that we should accept bigotry in any form — far from it. But I would go as far as saying that the politically correct mafia on the left perpetuates a form of bigotry on its own because it alienates and “otherizes” those who do not share their ways of thinking and speaking about the world.
I think I’d gotten it into my head that disability is always, on some level, supposed to feel bad. Like if I fought myself all the time, I was somehow doing it right. And then I got tired.
Once the kids and Lena are at school, Stef tells Grandma Annie she wants her to have power of attorney, in case things go all the way to the worst, like if this were The L Word and Dana got cancer at the beginning of an episode and died at the end of it, or like how that happened to Naomi and in Skins Fire, or—nope. Nope. Calm. I’m calm. I am a talented, brilliant musk ox. I am a poetic noble land mermaid. The moods of my life will not be dictated to me by reckless, callous, simpleminded television writers. The story is alive inside my mind and I deserve to bask in its untarnished rightness. Skins Fire never happened. Skins Fire never happened. I am a glowing sun goddess. Skins Fire never happened.
We have heard of a number of attempts to go down on a lover underwater, but apparently few women possess the breath-holding capacity to take their lover all the way to orgasm. Besides, some women become so intent on their pleasure and their desire to come that they may grab their lover’s head and hold it there until the crucial moment. Drowning your lover is not fair game.
Let’s face it: Cleaning up after you cook totally sucks! The process of preparing meals is super cathartic and soothing for me, but scraping pots and pans clean after I’m done is a total bummer. As someone who desires efficiency and also becomes tired very easily, doing less dishes is a long-standing dream. Like, how am I supposed to clean up? I’m in a food coma over here!
But I digress.
Do yourself a favor and keep your kitchen a little cleaner tonight: Make a meal that asks of you but one simple pot or pan for its creation.
36 One-Pan and One-Pot Recipes to Save You From Washing the Dishes
Ali tells Spencer she fell in love with [Elliot] because no one had ever looked at her and really seen the truth of her and still wanted her anyway.
RECORD SCRATCH.
Am I the only person who did not get hit in the head with hollow piece of metal with a square piece at the end during the time jump?! Did I imagine the previous seasons of this show?? Am I trapped in some kind of Study Aid fever dream!? Emily looked at Ali like she scattered the literal stars out into the universe for the singular purpose of delighting her!