I’m in love with the ghosts in the snow ghosts in the sun thing at the end of “The World Is Ugly.” PERFECT. Also a little devastating. BUT PERFECT.
I love these new "type these words into your tags box and post the first tag that automatically pops up" thingies, so fun. Let’s do another one:
A Grand Don’t Come For Free
First Red Scare
My ideology in one sentence
Stop being so cute
I’m a bit of a Jacobin
Facebook has finally stopped giving me ads in Hebrew and is now telling me to join the RCMP.
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But then, then comes the fateful moment where you find out that all this time, he’s only seen you as a potential girlfriend. And then if you turn him down, he may never speak to you again. This has happened to me time after time: I hit it off with a guy, and, for all that I’ve been burned in the past, I start to think that this one might actually care about me as a person. And then he asks me on a date.
I tell him how much I enjoy his company, how much I value his friendship. I tell him that I really want to be his friend and to continue hanging out with him and talking about our favorite books or exploring new restaurants or making fun of avant-garde theatre productions. But he rejects me. He doesn’t answer my calls or e-mails; if we’d been making plans to do something before this fateful incident, these plans mysteriously fail to materialize. (This is why I never did get around to seeing the Hunger Games movie. Not to name any names, but thanks a lot, Tom.) Later, when I run into him at social events, our conversations are awkward and lukewarm. This is because the moment we met, he put me in the girlfriend-zone, and now he can’t see me as friend material.
I must say that I find this really unfair. I mean, I’m a nice girl. I have a lot to offer as a friend, like not being a douchebag and stuff. But males just don’t want to be friends with nice girls like me. They can’t help it, I guess; it’s just how they’re wired, biologically. Evolution conditioned our male hominid ancestors to seek nice girls as mates and form friendship bonds only with the other dudes that they hunted mammoths with. It’s true—I know this because I studied hominids in my fifth-grade science class.
So what’s the answer? Should I take up mammoth-hunting in an attempt to appeal to the friendship centers of men’s primal lizardbrains? Should I keep making guy “friends” and then prevent them from making a move on me by subtly undermining their self-confidence? Should I just give up on those manipulative, game-playing, two-faced bastards once and for all? I don’t know. I mean, I’d really like to have a true friendship with a guy someday, but it’s so hard to trust and respect them when they never say what they mean—and you never know when you might be relegated to the girlfriend-zone.
Billy Bragg: Instead of condemning us to perpetual Tory rule, independence may reinvigorate Labour and bring us the devolution we crave
My favourite person is writing about my favourite referendum again!
Palestinian leaders in Gaza reach agreement to form a national unity government ending seven-year rift.
Am I overreacting or is this pretty damn remarkable? Unity in Palestine, if it’s true unity (the PA hasn’t been good at representing anyone so far, but hopefully that will change) would be a HUGE step towards ending the occupation.
That first picture just fills me with such joy and a feeling of hope.
HEY ERIN HEY!
It’s the last picture that gets me. Her eyes are off reading the defense, because she’s not handing off to the RB, that’s a fake. She’s the QB and she’d doing her goddamn job and she’s doing it well. GET IT GIRL.
“Everybody says, ‘What happens when she gets hit?’ ” Gatewood said. “This isn’t a knock on Erin, but she’s bigger than 10 kids on my team. I have a wide receiver that weighs 25 pounds less than her. And the pads she wears are the same as the pads he wears.”
theres a post going around “imagine a high school romance movie about a girl who works her ass off to play on the football team and eventually becomes the quarterback and she dates one of the cheerleaders” well thats this girls life basically. the cheerleader in the top picture is her girlfriend.
this makes me so happy, it’s ridiculous
Every time I read this I get real happy.
movie deal now plz
HER GF IS TYING HER HAIR OMG I CAN’T HANDLE THE CUTE!
Why wasn’t my high school experience like this?!
if my nightmares tonight were anything like last nights I am never sleeping again
Well, here’s wishing you… mew and better nightmares?
No, wait. Good dreams. GOOD DREAMS!
Here’s wishing you good dreams!
Mew and better nightmares.
CAT NIGHTMARES! The best sort.
My pants are in the wash so I borrowed some that are a little too big. Have a selfie. Also my hair’s really faded but I think in a nice way.