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There's something about watching a show that ran on cable television twenty years ago before being yanked after eight episodes that feels like uncovering a historical artifact.

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The Boy Who Lived

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Remember that post with the screenshot from the book about knitting stories of the guy talking about how he always saw his girlfriend's knitting as dowdy and boring and people were dunking on the author even though it was obvious that the narrator was going to Learn a Lesson about respecting women who knit? Piss on the poor website.

It’s always dispiriting when a paragraph-long quote from a novel circulates around this website and so many people engage with it like it’s a tweet that the author presented as their very own real opinion and debate its merits.

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so true

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reblog this and tag the first vine that comes to ur mind. mine is the one of the people yelling at cabbage

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#like how are you supposed to 'vet' for potential abuse

You can't that's just victim blaming.

Some people should vet their posts before making them, though.

i love divorce i love when people realize that they aren't a good fit for each other and get divorced about it. more people should get divorced

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The early seasons of SVU are like. Every other episode is about HIV. Stabler's wife makes a joke about their preteen daughter being an "anorexic in training."

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It's actually a pattern with me with books that have a Big Reveal at the end of the first half (I was the same with Gone Girl). Like, okay, now I know the twist and I've suddenly lost interest.

I also terminally get The Little Stranger confused with The Little Friend in conversation.

I continue to humiliate myself by taking the same book to lunch at the same three restaurants for months on end. I came here to eat tortas and crawl my way through Fingersmith, and unfortunately I am nowhere near out of Fingersmith.

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Girl I never got out of Fingersmith. I had to take it back to the library and then I watched the movie.

I continue to humiliate myself by taking the same book to lunch at the same three restaurants for months on end. I came here to eat tortas and crawl my way through Fingersmith, and unfortunately I am nowhere near out of Fingersmith.

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I did not play Mouthwashing partly because the game's aesthetics are designed to appeal to a certain kind of nostalgia that I'm too old for, but the fandom that has grown up around it has also turned me off from the game, which from what I can tell is typical in terms of being a psychological horror game where the twist is that the player character is a misogynist who leaves a trail of brutalized women in his wake. And the fandom's response to this in pretending that the player character doesn't actually exist is...weird and typical of the way fandom always sanitizes dark content and then pretends that they're performing feminism in doing so.

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Tumblr notifications are so funny because it will be like "an update from your mutual! You don't want to miss this!" And it's like. The color of the sky or something.

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Why are you pantsless around your cat? That seems really weird to me

Like I don’t mean to shock you so maybe sit down but my cat is rawdogging his whole little life dickballs naked, so

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"depiction is not automatically glorification" can and should coexist with "some depiction is glorification and you need to be able to tell the difference"

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I respect your defense of bisexual woman and all but I just don’t want to put my mouth somewhere I know a dick has been

Yall out here acting like these girls’ pussies be haunted by the ghosts of penises past, this ain’t a Dickmas Carol, be so fucking for real

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excavation of a stone disc depicting the Aztec moon goddess, Coyolxāuhqui (1978)