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Via guerrillamamamedicine, over at Shapely Prose hits all the points that -should- be obvious, but apparently still aren't, to any number of dudes like o f'r instance this one.
For all that I wasn't all that sold on the National Equality March, reading the twitstream kind of makes me wish i were there.
I found another fuckwit, y'all. Yes! On the Internets!! Inorite? I'm too lazy for a recap, I've been busy slapfighting with her, because I am out of chocolate and booze and it seemed like the thing to do, but here, enjoy.
Between this charming piece of "art" **and the revolting ads for the motherfucking Tucker Max piece of shit all over -my- city (can't we have a ban?) and the upcoming Roman Polanski nauseafest about to take over the media for the next ever.
Well, I do.Sadly, I can't recount the entire story here, as it involves a listserve whose email isn't really for public consumption.
As my Irish lapsed Catholic best friend just reminded me. Me, I was all like: Huh? Oh, um, yeah. You, too.
(h/t Ilyka)"YOU'RE NOT LISTENNNNNNINNNNNNNNG!!!! I DON'T WANT IT NOW!"It's the PRINCIPLE of the thing, and DON'T YOU FORGET IT, BUB.
My school sells these compostable plastic cups with filtered tap water in the cafeteria, you know, to be more environmentally responsible b/c bottled water isn't.
Its simple profundity of obseration and commentary makes me weep.
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