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Burners torched over Native party: Yikes, hipster racism. This is very old news, but it did draw my eye because of the Misha at Burning Man pictures that were circulating fandom.
It will always be the first thing I think of: TRIGGER WARNING for in-depth description of self-harm. I just. God, it's sad, but it's so good to be able to point to someone else's words and say, "this. This is what it's like." But as I've told T, I made it through (most of) last year without self-harming, and so here's hoping I can keep my head above water.
Not in my village: okay, first, I do not mean the kids of the people on my flist / people I know. I mean kids like my cousin's, who ran wild through the funeral home and responded to my mom's corpse with "ooh, I've never seen a dead body before, I'll tell everybody at school!" and did not get whacked upside the head by his parents. Or the teenager, also a kid of my cousins, who wandered around the same funeral home, texting and bitching that he was even there, again without a word from his parents. I think this may make me an evil person yelling at kids to get off her lawn.
The reality of a Times bestseller: actual royalty figures from a Times bestselling author. She says it's not much; idk, to me it seems like a LOT of cash, but I'm unemployed.
Utah to outlaw miscarriage. I MEAN.
How to put on a sports bra: hee. "Visualize yourself wearing the sports bra while engaged in a pleasant activity, such as not watching Jersey Shore."
Dear restaurant servers, stop being conspiratorial about desserts: I don't tend to get a lot of this anymore, probably because I'm officially FAT, but dude. Women can eat what they want. So can dudes. There's nothing moral about food, except maybe its global distribution.
The stars aligned by unrestrained flesh, or: Spanx. Which reminds me that I really need to get rid of mine and buy some damn biker shorts.
The dirty world of cleanses. POTENTIAL TRIGGER re: anorexia. We sold a ton of these when I had the warehouse job, and I always assumed it was related to avoiding drug tests, since the guys did it too. But god, some of the language reminds me of my eating disorder times. Purity, the feeling of being "dirty" without it, the feeling of being superior to others when on it...
Death becomes her, or the rise of young women in funeral science. The local community college has a class in this, and I'm sorely tempted to take the intro along with the vet tech 101 course.
It will always be the first thing I think of: TRIGGER WARNING for in-depth description of self-harm. I just. God, it's sad, but it's so good to be able to point to someone else's words and say, "this. This is what it's like." But as I've told T, I made it through (most of) last year without self-harming, and so here's hoping I can keep my head above water.
Not in my village: okay, first, I do not mean the kids of the people on my flist / people I know. I mean kids like my cousin's, who ran wild through the funeral home and responded to my mom's corpse with "ooh, I've never seen a dead body before, I'll tell everybody at school!" and did not get whacked upside the head by his parents. Or the teenager, also a kid of my cousins, who wandered around the same funeral home, texting and bitching that he was even there, again without a word from his parents. I think this may make me an evil person yelling at kids to get off her lawn.
The reality of a Times bestseller: actual royalty figures from a Times bestselling author. She says it's not much; idk, to me it seems like a LOT of cash, but I'm unemployed.
Utah to outlaw miscarriage. I MEAN.
How to put on a sports bra: hee. "Visualize yourself wearing the sports bra while engaged in a pleasant activity, such as not watching Jersey Shore."
Dear restaurant servers, stop being conspiratorial about desserts: I don't tend to get a lot of this anymore, probably because I'm officially FAT, but dude. Women can eat what they want. So can dudes. There's nothing moral about food, except maybe its global distribution.
The stars aligned by unrestrained flesh, or: Spanx. Which reminds me that I really need to get rid of mine and buy some damn biker shorts.
The dirty world of cleanses. POTENTIAL TRIGGER re: anorexia. We sold a ton of these when I had the warehouse job, and I always assumed it was related to avoiding drug tests, since the guys did it too. But god, some of the language reminds me of my eating disorder times. Purity, the feeling of being "dirty" without it, the feeling of being superior to others when on it...
Death becomes her, or the rise of young women in funeral science. The local community college has a class in this, and I'm sorely tempted to take the intro along with the vet tech 101 course.