I was checking out at Walmart, and as I was reaching for my bags I said, “Happy Holidays!” And the cashier leaned in like she was sharing a secret and said “Merry Christmas.” So I smiled politely and said, “Blessed Yule!” And the look that spread across her face, you would have thought I’d literally stolen Christmas from her.
If you’re going to make a point of wishing me a happy whatever-you-celebrate, I’m going to make a point of wishing you a happy whatever-I-celebrate, and if you think that’s wrong you should consider getting “hypocrite” tattooed across your forehead.
It’s that time of year again
A post I made has officially become an “it’s that time of year again” post and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t honored
Remember “Happy Holidays ” is not “Political Correct ” its just fucking nice.
John Wojtowicz famously robbed a bank to pay for Liz’s sex reassignment surgery, which inspired the film Dog Day Afternoon (1975). Wojtowicz was sentenced to twenty years in prison, but served six. Using the money from the film, Liz was able to pay for her sex change.
I’ve seen his mugshot a thousand times but never this
anyway, my older sister was adopted when she was almost 16 (kinda on accident too), and because of that she got away from an abusive household, went from barely passing classes to being an honour student, and launching into a career where she’s happy and healthy and paying her own way. just two years of parenting where she had 3 meals a day, a bedtime, and parents to help and protect her changed her life radically. Plus, i got an older sister
My entire world has been shattered by the realization that Garfield is an entirely plausible warrior cats name. A gar is a fairly common species of fish, and the cats of course know what a field is.
This knowledge is a great burden.
An important detail that I feel shouldn’t be ignored: Garfield would only be the name of a warrior, elder, or medicine cat. Other ranks/ages have assigned suffixes, meaning Garfield would also, at some point, hold the names:
What she means: Why isn’t it taught that abortion was perfectly legal in the US in early 1870s and it wasn’t until a Jewish doctor, who was being framed, was put on trial for manslaughter (a trial, as well as the press covering it, which was greatly tinged with antisemitism) that opened the floodgates for antiabortion crusaders which eventually led to its criminalization?
I did not know this!
Me neither, until I read this book.
Look at the notes for the name of the book if anyone else is interested.
No one talks about how seeing celebrities in real life breaks your brain.
For example, a few days ago, at a nice little bakery near Byron Bay, I ordered an iced latte and stepped to the side to wait, I was one of only a two or three people in line. A few moments later everyone else has their drinks, and a gentleman walks up to the counter with his wife and his dog.
It’s a cute dog, it’s a beautiful lady, it’s a handsome man.
Wait, that’s not a handsome man.
That’s a handsome Chris Hemsworth.
It occurs to me that this man is, in fact, the god of thunder, the cute dumb possessed one from ghostbusters, the huntsman from that one Snow White remake with Bella from twilight. Yes, that is Chris Hemsworth.
Now, I’m torn because while the counter staff are (understandably) fawning over the celebrity who they seem to have encountered a few times before, my iced latte has been forgotten. I’m standing to the side, two feet from Chris Hemsworth trying to decide wether to focus on him, or his dog.
His back is to me, he has a very cute dog.
I focus on the dog.
A while passes and Chris and his dog and his wife start to leave, and then they’re walking away which is fine. A lady behind the counter looks at me.
“You had the latte?” She says, grabbing the milk jug from under the steamer.
“Iced latte.” Her coworker corrects her, pouring my drink, “I’ve got it.”
He looks to me, “sorry for the wait, we were a bit disracted.”
“Yeah, I get it,” I say, “that was a really cute dog.”
They stare at me.
They think I’m serious.
I look like a fool.
“I’m kidding.” I say finally and they both laugh as he hands me my beverage, after fifteen minutes of waiting.
I wasn’t mad that I had to wait.
I get it.
But now, a few days later, a gif crosses my dash, one of Chris Hemsworth; a blooper from Thor: Ragnarok.
Before now I’d think “wow what an attractive man. Beautiful. Stunning.”
Now all I can think is “that man made me wait fifteen minutes for a latte.”
It’s fine.
I got my drink.
However, Thor in my mind is no longer Thor…. he is latte man.
The Chaos Bitches 