I feel old

Just saw this from a fuckyeahtattoos post:

yes it is a harry potter inspired tat, which makes it even more special. hp was my only friend while i was growing up, and i am more the proud to wear my obession on my skin.

Which means: THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO GREW UP WITH HARRY POTTER (!!!) WHO ARE NOW OLD ENOUGH TO GET A TATTOO.

And then I thought, when I was a freshman in college, the father of the little girl I was babysitting gave his friend’s son (confused yet? too many pronouns and clauses!) the first Harry Potter book for the son’s 11th birthday. This was in 1998 or possibly ‘99. That kid is now old enough to drink and is probably in college, or maybe even has graduated.

I AM OLD.

Monday, December 21, 2009
pterodactyls: Happy Solstice, Everybody!

pterodactyls: Happy Solstice, Everybody!

high heels shoveling snow - m4w

bthny:

I was riding in my car tonight around nine oclock and saw you a very attractive brunette shoveling snow in your high heels and a short skirt at 1200 spruce. Just wanted to let you know you are beautiful and have great legs. I think you caught me looking because you yelled back at me. Tell me what kind of car I was driving.

“oh wait let me go put on my snow shoveling outfit of high heels and a short skirt.”

apsies:

suitep:jayparkinsonmd:

(via The White House)
A White House nurse prepares to administer the H1N1 vaccine to President Barack Obama at the White House on Sunday, Dec. 20, 2009.


A White House nurse. What an awesome job.

apsies:

suitep:jayparkinsonmd:

(via The White House)

A White House nurse prepares to administer the H1N1 vaccine to President Barack Obama at the White House on Sunday, Dec. 20, 2009.

A White House nurse. What an awesome job.

How do I NOT enable answers for text posts? I don’t see a setting for that ANYWHERE. I’d like it to just go away by default.

(I realize that this is probably going to show up w/ answers enabled, and this time, it’ll actually be helpful. Is that true irony, or Alanis irony?)

Monday, December 21, 2009

Can we talk about how sexist Nine looks?

sarahmc:

jgh:

It’s all about all these women who give Daniel Day-Lewis a boner and help him get his ~* groove *~ back. A wife, a mistress, and a prostitute? Those are totally original archetypes. Yawn. They should all get together, laugh at how pathetic he is and make their own movie.

Still gonna go watch it, though.

I’ve heard/read nothing but negative reviews, which is one reason why I doubt I’ll see it.  But I def rolled my eyes when I heard the synopsis.  All the women are defined by their relationship to the male protagonist.  WhatASurprise!

Knock me over with a feather.

Monday, December 21, 2009 — 15 notes

And lastly, the fetus is not in your stomach. That would require you to eat the fetus. Fetuses are in the womb.

Rabble: Abortion

We all know feminists eat babies.

(No offense to the OP, who I’m sure didn’t mean stomach — I just found this hilarious.)

(via katoleary)

Ha! That is a pet peeve of mine.

Google Voice Fail

thomaswheatley:

joeventures:

This is the transcript of a voice mail I got from my mom today:

Hi Joe, it’s Mohammed calling to see how you’re doing it and also we. Doubtly again home finalize plans for. It’s Susan a miracle. Jillian on feet, so if you would give me a call. House 0. You can just call when you can. I’ll be home most of the day. I’ll talk to you later. Hope everything’s whale. Love you. Bye bye.

Monday, December 21, 2009 — 3 notes
laurgasm:

youmightfindyourself:

Trypophobia is an intense fear of the following things, which results in an all-over itchy feeling and general uneasyness. Lotus seed pods, Crumpets, Pumice, Cavities in teeth, the Ampullae of Lorenzini in Sharks, Holes in concrete, Bug tunnels in wood, Enlarged pores of the skin, Aero Bars, Holes in walls caused by bullets, Bone marrow, Wasps’ nest, Honeycomb, Bubbles in Dough, Ant holes, Veins in meat, Clusters of holes.

finally, a diagnosis. [shudder]

laurgasm:

youmightfindyourself:

Trypophobia is an intense fear of the following things, which results in an all-over itchy feeling and general uneasyness. Lotus seed pods, Crumpets, Pumice, Cavities in teeth, the Ampullae of Lorenzini in Sharks, Holes in concrete, Bug tunnels in wood, Enlarged pores of the skin, Aero Bars, Holes in walls caused by bullets, Bone marrow, Wasps’ nest, Honeycomb, Bubbles in Dough, Ant holes, Veins in meat, Clusters of holes.

finally, a diagnosis. [shudder]

For maybe the past decade or so, little girls have inhabited a universe that is, almost entirely, pink. It is made up not just of pink princesses and fairies and ballerinas and fluffy bunnies, but of books, bikes, lunchboxes, board games, toy cookers, cash registers, even games consoles, all in shades of pink.

This Christmas is no exception. There is a pink globe, specially for girls. Scrabble has been repackaged in pink (the tiles on the front of the box spell FASHION). Monopoly has gone pink, with the dog, thimble and shoe pieces replaced by flip-flops, a handbag and a hairdryer, houses and hotels becoming boutiques and malls, and utilities turned into beauty salons. In at least one major supermarket chain you can now buy slices of bright pink ham, cut into heart shapes and called Fairy Hearts.

Something, plainly, has changed. “There’s been,” says Abi Moore, a 38-year-old freelance television producer, “a wholesale pinkification of girls. It’s everywhere; you can’t escape it. And it needs to change. It sells children a lie – that there’s only one way to be a ‘proper girl’ – and it sets them on a journey, at a very, very early age. It’s a signpost, telling them that beauty is more valued than brains; it limits horizons, and it restricts ambitions.”

fuckyeahbabies:

heavenishere:

alilovescurtis.blogspot.com


9 months of the same baby

fuckyeahbabies:

heavenishere:

alilovescurtis.blogspot.com

9 months of the same baby

One of the most odious features of homosociality is the way in which it employs women’s bodies as devices for bonding men together. For example, many women are perplexed (as well as infuriated) by the habit young (and not-so-young) men have of cat-calling female pedestrians from passing cars. “Why do they slow down and whistle at me, making those comments?” a young woman asks; “Do they really think I’m going to get in the car with them?” The answer, of course, is that the fellas in the car are far less interested in the woman they’re harassing than in bonding with each other. They demonstrate their heterosexual bona fides to each other, and in the process of humiliating women on the street, forge a closer homosocial relationship. (It’s more than anecdotal to point out that groups of men, having just harassed a woman sexually, will high-five each other; one of the most devastating depictions of this comes in the rape scene from “Boys Don’t Cry”.)