Old pictures from high school for the win!
Bath time turned into a disaster.
You know that last spurt of energy right before bed?
Yeah…must I go any further?
Everyone needs to see this video
Bath time is always his favorite part of the day. This kid takes like three baths a day, more or less. By choice. He’s a weirdo.
Aries - Selfish Prick
Taurus - Stubborn Asshole
Gemini - Annoying Attention-Whore
Cancer - Moody Jerk
Leo - Egotistical Douchebag
Virgo - Neurotic Bitch
Libra - Flaky Derelict
Scorpio - Obsessive Twat
Sagittarius - Awkward Fucktard
Capricorn -Greedy Emo
Aquarius - Perverted Psychopath
Pisces - Whiny Bimbo
totally a moody jerk
Today I climbed a waterfall barefoot.
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter
women were the ones who started wars
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
“The truth about impotence”
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running
And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.
For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl.
She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.
"Yellow fever is when the only prerequisite for me to become your potential partner is the colour of my skin. That’s cheap. That’s offensive. You’re an asshole, go away." (x)
Fat people and mobility/flexibility—- it exists! I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve ran past people in P.E. classes, and heard them snicker. Things about my body causing the earth to quake, or other really hateful unnecessary things. When I made the cut for soccer before the fifty other kids it was literally bewildering to most. It always has been, other than to the people who know me and see how apparent my abilities are.
That’s another thing, if I was ever right or better at something or made a joke that made more people laugh the immediate response was…
Well, you’re fat.
Why don’t you go eat something
Shut up, fatass.
At least I’m not fat.
Fatty runnin’! Lookout, coming through!
Oh gosh, the thoughtless remarks are endless, and usually along the same lines. It’s so silly that something that took absolutely no real thought to come up with can sting so badly. It’s not true, it was never true, and I knew that but that didn’t change the way it felt to be looked down upon simply for the extra fat I was carrying around—- and carrying well.
Nowadays on the soccer field when someone makes a comment about how I’m taking up more space than I should be allowed, I don’t feel that familiar ache to be something I’m not. I can just shake my head and know that this person is internalizing something that really has nothing to do with the way I look.
Isn’t it funny, too, how the same assholes will swear up and down that they are just worried about your health? Fat hate runs deep, friends. Fight it with flaming fists of fury.
it doesn’t change anything you’re still fat and that makes you unhealthy.
I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over your extreme assholery. It sounded like you were over there not knowing anything about my personal health, but pretending to. That would be pretty dumb considering you’re probably not a doctor and you’ve definitely never given me any sort of evaluation. If you think you can tell how healthy I am by just seeing that I’m fat, I’m sorry to say you’ve been grossly misinformed. Bummer city for you, jerk.
Skinny does NOT equal healthy.
Bigger does NOT equal unhealthy.
I eat healthy and exercise regularly and I’m not skinny. It’s just not my body-type. I’m a big girl. But I am extremely into healthy habits and I am very active.
Your weight does not determine your health.
Your weight does NOT determine your health.
YOUE WEIGHT DOES NOT DETERMINE YOUR HEALTH.
I know skinny girls who pack in more sweets and junk food than anyone I know.