So to get to 51% of the electorate the Republicans are going to have to pull some votes from previously offended demographics.
the greatest part of yesterdays episode. now wheres the womens part?
She kills it every single time on that show. Every. Single. Time.
Here are 10 photos (out of 22) from my series Racial Microaggressions. I have asked my friends on the Fordham University Lincoln Center campus to write down an instance of racial microaggression they have faced on a poster for me to take a picture of them.
holy fucking shit
get this circulated. like, everywhere.
this is fucking tough
when hunger games stuff about peeta and katniss’s future family says “the mellarks”
lol be real
that fool prolly made pretzels that said “peeta everdeen” & his parents were like peeta wtf is this we can’t sell this and that’s why he had to throw that shit out to the pigs
does anybody else have that friend that you’re pretty sure is your soulmate but in a friend way
#tom hiddleston #lmfao are you SERIOUS#i bet he wakes up in the middle of the night #cold sweat…panting……the whole shebang #fucking grabs his phone from the bedside table #he’s shaking so bad man #can’t control it #opens up his contacts #like he can’t even hit the fucking thing he wants on the menu #like he’s going out of his mind #he’s crying a little bit #fucking hits chris hemsworth’s name #calls him up #phone is ringing #tom’s having a breakdown here #head in his hands #finally there’s a muted shuffling and chris is like ”DUDE its 4am what is it are you okay”#tom lets out a quiet sob #takes a deep breath #and in a broken voice #asks ”DO YOU THINK LOKI WOULD LISTEN TO VIVALDI”#chris just fucking slams the phone down #sixth fucking time this week
I laughed aloud at those tags
hello class. my name is Mr. Worldwide and i will be your substitute teacher today. dale
Sebastian raising his eyebrows
snap snap snap snap
snap snap snap snap
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.