SMELL LIKE A MAN
SPORT SCENT SO EVEN WHEN YOUR CLOTHES ARE CLEANED AFTER SPORTS YOU STILL SMELL LIKE SPORTS
SMELLING LIKE SPORTS MEANS YOU ARE A MAN BECAUSE ALL MEN PLAY SPORTS AND IF YOU DO NOT ALWAYS HAVE SPORTS SMELL YOU NEED TO MAN UP!
SMELL LIKE YOU CAN MAN AND ALSO LIKE YOU CAN SPORTS
So some time last week this guy who was dating my co-worker Y got hold of our company’s main line and has been calling multiple times a day…I thought it was kind of weird, but her personal life is pretty non-traditional, and also we’ve been super busy and she’s splitting time between two departments, which means she’s at her desk even less than usual. So I just figured he used to call her direct line and when he couldn’t reach her there started calling the main line.
And then last night, co-worker L & I were leaving, and Y was still there, and there was this beat up car next to Y’s, & as it was after 8pm, L & I were like, who the hell is that. & then he got out of his car and was like, is Y still up there? & I told him she was but she’d be down soon.
Well as it turns out she broke up with him two months ago, and now he’s basically stalking her, which she’s not really concerned about. But it super freaks me out, considering the world we live in & recent events & the fact that I’m often in the office by myself at night. I mean, she thinks it’s all harmless & I want to trust her, but also this is the kind of situation that could so easily go bad so quickly, and anyway.
I feel like I can’t express genuine concern/worry about it because I jokingly made a comment about a restraining order, and Y (who is Hispanic) said she’d never call the police on him because it’s not “street” & they don’t handle things that way. And I know I’m a middle class white girl who was raised to trust the police and I live in a world where it’s safe for me to do that, but also this has already gotten to a point where it doesn’t just affect Y anymore. And men who react this way when they don’t get what they want are frankly terrifying, and who even knows what they’re capable of (I mean, except we do know what they’re capable of, which is exactly why they’re so terrifying).
What You Crave vs What You Need
- Chocolate: Raw nuts/seeds.
- Oily/Fatty Snacks: Kale, leafy greens.
- Soda/Carbonated Drinks: Actual, literal bubbles.
- Chips/Salty Food: Topsoil.
- Cookies: Freudian psychology.
- Sweet Tea: A strong Southern gentleman to take care of you.
- Pasta/Carbs: Pasta/Carbs.
- Ice: The sweet release of death.
Can a thin person have body image struggles? Can a thin person be at war with their self-image? Can a thin person hate to look in the mirror?
And does that suck?
But the difference between these negative feelings and fatphobia is this: The only person worrying about whether or not I’m meeting beauty standards is me.
And that’s not the same for fat folk.
When you’re not thin, other people on the beach actually do take offense. When you’re not thin, people really do think that you shouldn’t be in a bathing suit. When you’re not thin, people really do make your body their moral obligation.
And while your internal struggle is real and significant, the point is: You might hate your body, but society doesn’t.
That’s thin privilege.
the joys of adulthood: work is currently so stressful that i have pimples on top of (literally, physically on top of) my stress-induced exacerbated-by-birth-control eczema.
In important news today: Gillian Anderson has come out as bisexual and appeared in Out magazine with this photo.
From her blog:I chose during that interview to discuss the fact that, earlier in my life, I had been in relationship with a woman. It was the first time I revealed this fact in a public forum, and I chose to do so for two reasons. One was that a woman whom I was in relationship with had died a few months beforehand and I felt, in the context of our conversation, it was safe and appropriate to bring it up. Many years beforehand, and well beyond our time together, this woman had called me out of the blue at the height of my television fame to say that she had been offered $60,000 by a tabloid to provide a picture of us together. At the time, for various reasons, not including shame, I did not want that information in the public domain and despite the fact that she was struggling to pay her rent, I asked her not to sell our story. She took what at the time I considered to be the high road. To this day I regret asking her to do that. That 60 grand would have had a greater positive effect on her life than a negative effect on mine. By discussing our relationship in Out, I felt like I was honoring her memory in some way simply by admitting its existence.
there is no day so long it can’t be made better by coming home to someone this happy to see me (no, I swear those are happy noises).
so i finally read allegiant today & can i just say that i am way less upset about [insert major spoiler here] than i am about the fact that there is like, NO amar/george fic?!? on THE WHOLE INTERNET??!?!?
I EVEN LOOKED ON FANFICTION.NET AND MOST OF THE TIME I TRY TO FORGET THAT PLACE EVEN EXISTS.
the thing about finally being on anti-anxiety meds/anti-depressants is like, how much of the residual crap is due to maybe needing a higher dosage and how much is just because i lived without meds for so long that i’m stuck in the habit of not being able to deal with things/having a huge guilt complex about literally everything?
(i guess this is what people have therapists for?
but no thank you.