so who’s going to give me a plot set post season 2 where joyce doesn’t find out buffy is a slayer and she has to go through with the “we’re in a band” with spike cover story to keep up appearances for her mother and spike takes it seriously and buffy is just like “spike, it was just a cover, we’re not actually in band” and spike is all “bugger that, im singer and you’re on drums, slayer” and all of the scoobies take it seriously besides buffy. like, who’s going to give me this? i cannot be expected to be normal about this
the agreement with my best friend was that I could drag her to nick mason’s saucerful of secrets if she could drag me to taylor swift and last night while 90,000 were losing their shit over this tall attractive blonde pop star and her sportsball boyfriend I couldn’t stop laughing thinking about how in a few days I myself will also be going absolutely out of my fucking mind over a pudgy old man who looks like a koala and who I’m not confident half the fans of the original band even know the name of
In your bid to provide "evidence" supporting your pre-determination that a certain white male character is "fruity," I do fear that you've reinforced homophobic stereotypes and heteropatriarchal gender norms.
a drag queen everyone ended up hating (for reasons MOSTLY unrelated from the drag but PARTIALLY related to the drag because there was a massive wig involved... which was rude cause we were at barricade) turned to me, UNPROMPTED, and said 'us queers need to stick together' like... not even getting into calling me a queer... what vibes was i giving off where he knew
like i couldn't even hve the euphoria of Being Seen Like That because I generally don't give off those vibes (because I don't try to, I abstain from gender performance as much as I feasibly can) because i was just like... how? but also calling me a queer two minutes into meeting is fucking craaazy
My job is fine as long as i dont thibk about how i’m spending 8 hours a day 5 days a week not making art not doing anything fulfilling just staring at a screen sending emails and it could be that way for decades if I dont quit at some point
Being the mom of a kid who likes “traditionally girly things” (in addition to also wanting to wrestle dinosaurs and go to the Moon) is such a weird ride, not because of my kid, but because of the unsolicited opinions I continually get from strangers. It’s this constant unavoidable reminder that society judges girls no matter what they do.
We were at a sports game earlier this week and kiddo got to hang out with the cheer squad, which she adores. They’re absolutely phenomenal athletes in their own field. So of course, I’m talking to other parents or grandparents, and fielding comments like, “Oh I tell my daughters they should be the ones leading on the field, not cheering from the sides.”
And I don’t know how to explain to these people that it’s okay to want to do things for fun? Or to want to dance and dress up pretty? Or that nearly every single member of the cheer team also has a full time job in areas such as nursing, doctoral education, special needs teaching, dentistry, etc., and that maybe you shouldn’t judge someone’s worth based on their looks or if they even want to dance for a living?
We’re a society that demands absolute perfection from girls. Be pretty, but not too pretty. Be smart, but not too smart. Be fun, but not too fun. And I am prepared to spend the rest of my life telling my daughter she can damn well do whatever she wants in life, dress however she wants, and to also smack down every single well-intentioned person who tries to add a “but, not--” caveat to it.
Let her shake pompoms while wearing a labcoat and red lipstick like she wants.
in some places they'd shoot a man for saying this, but how many edgy cabaret revivals are we going to get through before they make one that's anywhere near as good as Cabaret (1972)?