so i’ve been dicking around on okcupid because i’ve lost control of my life and i clicked on “matches” and lo and behold there’s the dude i went to junior prom with who fucking creeped the shit out of me (it’s a v. long story)
Let the record reflect the conclusive result of empirical research spanning 27 studies from 10 countries: healthy eating is fucking expensive and people who deny this reality are annoying and full of shit.
When I first saw this, I pondered this existential claim for ages afterwards. I mean, obviously he dances. He’s danced many, many times. So is he claiming to not exist? Is he arguing for a subjective reality in which there are no objective truths?
Truly, the ultimate question becomes: Is he human, or is he dancer?
one of my irrational pet peeves is women my age going “omg there was this like 30-year-old guy who was trying to hit on me, can you say pedophile?”
you are twenty-two goddamn years old please get a grip
so i was talking to my sister yesterday about generational differences and she mentioned that she was talking to her ex husband’s daughter (who is 13) about how the current pre-teen generation is so narcissistic and this girl is one of the only girls in her grade that doesn’t like having her picture taken
"and i told her that when I was her age, you know, there were always the ones that were just hung up on themselves, but most girls didn’t like having their picture taken… now it’s like a generation of kids that have grown up taking selfies their entire goddamn lives like, ‘omg look how hot i look, let me take a picture from this angle, and now with a duckface,’ and it’s just ridiculous”
and so I said, “well, i mean, maybe it’s just the same feeling but more subverted? like, your generation almost relished in your low self-esteem, you had an entire subculture devoted to it, and that kind of goth/emo stuff was sort of passe and fading out by the time I came around… (my sister is 7 years older than me), so maybe it’s just become continually less obvious…” or maybe, dear heavens, girls are actually starting to feel better about themselves! but I didn’t say that, and just continued:
"I hated having my picture taken, too, but I did like taking my own picture when I had the rare opportunity to… because, I mean, when we were in middle school it was some asshole running up to you with the flash on a disposable camera and catching you at the worst possible moment… your only evidence of your existence outside a mirror was some red-eyed, acne-flaring monstrosity they printed out at CVS, but now, they have access to all this technology! and I mean, if I had had the capacity to take my own picture whenever I wanted in whatever way I wanted? I would have been doing that shit all the time just to help convince myself that I wasn’t this horrible acne-riddled sewer creature, you know?”
and it seems she hadn’t thought of that, but I wonder if it stuck