Ladies, please, pleaseeeeeeee stop getting pregnant because you think it will keep a man in your life, that insecurity will kill you and that child will suffer. Wait, wait until you are ready and stable and secure.
And because this is sure to follow… fellas, stop ejaculating inside of women you can’t bear the though of having a child with.
Delete Yourself From Web Services With JustDelete.me
JustDelete.me is a directory that allows you to permanently remove yourself from different web services such as Facebook, PayPal, Amazon, etc.
Why can’t you just go to the listed sites on your own and delete yourself that way, you ask? It’s not that easy.
A lot of sites have dark patterns — interfaces created to trick users into agreeing to terms they otherwise wouldn’t — and JustDelete.me is designed to work around those patterns.
For example, Facebook’s Account Settings menu only offers people the option to deactivate their accounts, so many think that it’s not possible to completely delete themselves from the site; the “Delete Account” button can only be found if you hunt it down. With JustDelete.me, you can click the Facebook link and be taken directly to the “Delete Account” page without all the hassle.
JustDelete.me even color codes web services by how difficult it is to delete yourself from each site, with green being the easiest, and black being impossible. (Good luck deleting yourself from Craigslist.)
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There is seriously no logical reason to kill these beautiful endangered creatures unless one was coming to attack you. Hunting specifically for sport purposes is one of the most disgusting things ever.
DONT FUCKING KILL LIONS
THERE IS NO NEED TO KILL WILD ANIMALS ANYMORE STUPID FUCK-KNUCKLES
the lion she killed is so beautiful i want to cry… thats so mean :/ and disgusting, how can you pose next to a beautiful majestic creature that you just killed, smiling while holding a rifle and it probably wasn’t even attacking you. thats like stabbing and killing a newborn baby and taking a photo with the baby, smiling with the knife in your hand… what? what kind of people am i living with, are you kidding me? you have to be kidding me.
DC Nation’s Animated Wonder Woman by Robert Valley
DC is on the right track with things like this. #WonderWoman
There were certain people I was mad at the day after my birthday aka Thanksgiving. Some I’m still mad at.
I haven’t talked to my best friend since the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Of all people I expected her to remember. Then she lied to me about why she didn’t.
Then to top it all of, this chick texts me and says she wants to nap and cuddle in my bed. I declined. She got mad at me, even though she didn’t even acknowledge my birthday after I repeatedly told her it was the day before. So I turned her down and she was mad. I didn’t care. Until I realized I pretty much turned down guaranteed sex. That made my day even worse. And to top it all off I couldn’t even watch the Laker game.
Hopefully my next 25 years worth of birthdays will be better than the first 25
January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.
February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.
April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.
April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.
May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.
June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.
Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.
this post needed to come back
Thank you to Martin Lawrence, Eddie Murphy , Tyler Perry and Miguel A. Nunez for perpetuating stereotypes for black women everywhere. It’s not enough that we don’t get viable roles within the media. Yet when we have BLACK men take on these roles and mock the very beings that gave them birth. When we have men of color taking on what white hollywood throws at them and helping to spread the toxic image of what a black woman actually is within the media… We are lost. At the same time the underlying issue that no one wants to talk about is the humiliation and the de-humanization of the black male. He is not male enough to earn a role unless he’s paid his dues. Let’s give him the part of a female. Let’s give him the part of “black woman”.
This is the aunt gemima ghetto-ized characterization in the media. I for one am tired of seeing black men play “ghetto” black women. I’m tired of seeing black women play maids. I’m tired of seeing us play slaves, hoes, prositutes, abused, depressed, ignorant…
I’m tired of it.
We have lives. We have thoughts, we have ideals - and the more you support ignorant stereotypes like this in the media, the more you perpetuate the ideal that you as a black woman or a black male is not good enough for actual character. We are made into 2D characters. Cheap witty, eye-popping shoe cleaning remarks - INTERNALIZED BLACKFACE.
Just a rant.
Not just that. It’s especially FAT black women who are harangued by this shit.
Our bodies are a joke
We are the desexualized mules who are loud and obnoxious and everyone wants to escape.
We don’t fucking have agency.
Classical pianist and YouTube sensation Yuja Wang is making her Celebrity Series of Boston debut on Friday night, and there is some debate in the classical world about whether or not the dresses she wears make for proper attire.
What do you think? Should it matter what a classical pianist wears while performing?
Plays Sergei Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 3, aka Rach 3, one of the most difficult songs to play in the world, the notes on the sheet music is described as being so dense it looks like a phonebook.
World shits itself because of what she’s wearing.
The world would rip a woman to shreds over her socks before daring to acknowledge her accomplishments.