my feminism isn’t second-wave or third-wave, it’s new wave. join me as I sing about gender stereotyping and intersectionality over a melodic synth line
I am down with this
Ooh I could totally do this
Survey of /r/mensrights turns up pretty much exactly what you’d expect.
White, male, 17-20 years-old, and disconnected from reality.
I find the irreligion + anti-gay marriage thing particularly odd. Whyyyy?
That moment when you realise that that really witty thing you said at a party some days ago was actually a complete misquote and made no sense but everyone laughed anyway
Actually this is the only one I’ll load. The others aren’t really comics at all.
Every goddamn party.
Science is coming.
Not sure why this exists, but I’m glad it does.
You are not going to regret spending time with this essential SciFi masterpiece. You are, however, going to miss out on countless cultural references, not to mention an intricate world filled with massive ideas and complicated characters if you skip it. A book that’s probably $2 at the used book store but will stay with you your whole life.
What he said
“Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die though, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
The beauty of the world that we live in is so utterly fucking overwhelming that I cannot even begin to express the completeness of the inadequacy that I feel in my ability to experience it. Even the longest of human lives living in the most fortunate and educated of times can only absorb but the smallest fraction of the collective sum of human knowledge which itself represents an even tinier fraction of the wonder that the universe has to offer. There are so many things to see and do; so much art and literature and science and music and language and religion and physical and intellectual pleasure to be experienced. The limits that my circumstances impose are comparatively broad; to have the opportunity to experience as many things as I do should be a constant source of incredible joy and excitement. That I even exist is so incredibly improbable that I cannot think of a greater sacrilege against my cosmic birthright than to fail to cherish that fact.
But I can’t.