jawnita:

dickridesohard:

THE TWO TYPES OF DICKRIDERS I HATE THE MOST

I like that each side of the Venn D. encompasses all types of rappers/conservatives.

jawnita:

dickridesohard:

THE TWO TYPES OF DICKRIDERS I HATE THE MOST

I like that each side of the Venn D. encompasses all types of rappers/conservatives.

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I don’t like this expression ‘First World problems.’ It is false and it is condescending. Yes, Nigerians struggle with floods or infant mortality. But these same Nigerians also deal with mundane and seemingly luxurious hassles. Connectivity issues on your BlackBerry, cost of car repair, how to sync your iPad, what brand of noodles to buy: Third World problems. All the silly stuff of life doesn’t …disappear just because you’re black and live in a poorer country. People in the richer nations need a more robust sense of the lives being lived in the darker nations. Here’s a First World problem: the inability to see that others are as fully complex and as keen on technology and pleasure as you are.

Nigerian author and artist Teju Cole (via xkimberlyx)

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jsmooth995:

Thinking again of how Gil’s passing affected me, as I look at the awful, awful news all around today. Half of my timeline is caught up in scolding other people for caring more about this story than that story, or caring more about that story than this story. It really seems like this grief-scolding/grief-shaming has itself become a kind of coping mechanism for a lot of us (myself included)..

Mr. Smooth always knows what to say. Look forward to this being re-blogged everytime a celebrity passes away.

// Not a Re-Blog!//

Everything is crazy!

So, the wedding was wonderful. Big Sis looked Ah-Mazing, MAC did my makeup and I looked like a hot alien, my groomsman partner was awesome, too many mosquitoes, TOO MANY MINT JULEPS, dancing, and staying in the nicest hotel I have ever been in, ever. And sweet tea. Southern Weddings, ya’ll

Job is awesome. I like what I’m doing, I like my coworkers, I feel bad for not being really queer, which is probably bad in and of itself, but ANYWAY, Summer Internship 2011 is officially Super. Sorry for anyone who was looking forward to the passive aggressive job rants of last summer (this is no one).

Now to Feelings Town.

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This is the reality of our time. We don’t want pity and we don’t want to assign blame. I take exception to the simplistic view that Generation Y is optimistic because Cosby, Barney and Mr. Rogers taught our parents to make us feel special. We are optimistic because we don’t expect to be given anything easily and we’ve come to terms with that. The event that welcomed us to the adult world taught us that evil is real, justice is complicated and institutions are fallible. However, we aren’t angry and we will stay optimistic, because we’ve been planning on being the ones to clean all this up for years. So let’s please do away with the following seductive assertions: we have no regard for sacred institutions or hard work and we prefer our mother’s basement and the blogosphere to the paying rent and the heading into the office; we are self-absorbed, or rather self-obsessed and we must be treated like adolescents characterized by that self-obsession; our goldfish memories can only remember sound bytes, slogans and Mortal Kombat cheat codes; and finally, that we are slovenly couch-dwellers who idolize Seth Rogan characters and are pulling a fast one on the productive, hard-working adults who keep the world running. We do not shirk responsibility. Our coming of age involved a massive reassessment of the meaning of responsibility. Individualism is often a characteristic of one who has reason to believe he or she is alone responsible for the future, when traditional models have failed.
I see why this is romantic, but the idea of it terrifies me. I can’t give you everything; I need it to live.

I see why this is romantic, but the idea of it terrifies me. I can’t give you everything; I need it to live.

(Source: heavilyblunted, via champagnecandy)

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There is something incredibly….not invigorating, but lying in the dirt, covered in dirt, struggling to breathe, looking up at the big fucking sky, knee, wrists, hips, shoulders, protesting a job well done. when is the last time you could feel your lungs?

I will say that I have always hated the practice of clapping for people who are slow/ coming in last place. I understand that it is meant to be encouraging, but it’s insulting, embarrassing, demoralizing. I suppose it might make someone run faster, just to separate themselves from the slow movers. Whenever it happens in kid movies, when our hero loses, but we really know he’s (always a he) a winner because he has character, look everyone is clapping! I just felt angry on his behalf. I also hate giving everyone a trophy and saying “we’re all winners,” because we’re not. If you tried your best, then that’s all you can do and you should be proud of yourself. You can’t say winning isn’t everything, and then tell us we’re all winners.

I guess I hate mediocrity being awarded? Give us a ribbon for showing up, don’t say we’re winners.

Now, to ice my wrists!

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