it’s so funny that the pilot episode sets up dean as this Wild, balls to the walls horndog of a guy who’s pestering his neat and straight Stanford law younger bro. then you watch the rest of the show and you realize, oh, it’s the other way. because dean is a fucking DORK. he’s a bleeding heart romantic who likes kids and classic rock and driving with the windows down. sam, on the other hand, is a batshit fucking crazy blood-drunk lunatic who is ready to lay down his humanity, become monstrous and kill innocent people to keep his brother alive. it’s hilarious. they really had us convinced for a second there that sam is very Normal and Well-Adjusted only to rugby tackle us from the back with 15 seasons of fuckery.
I think an unfortunate part of the problem with getting new people into activist organizations that do very important work is that the people who’ve been at it for years are exhausted from the work, and now they’re unable to give those of us who are new the kind of guidance that we need to effectively take up this work in a way that lightens the load.
We don’t know what we’re doing, and without clear instructions, we can’t move forward – we can either try without the necessary knowledge, and potentially do more harm than good, or we’re stuck waiting for the help that no one has the energy to give us.
We need orientation for this shit, but we can’t be the ones creating it for ourselves. We need the elders we have to take a step back, take a breath, and teach us how to do this. We know you’ve been at it forever, and you’ve forgotten more than you can ever possibly teach us, but we are clean slates and we are getting frustrated at not being used the way we want to be because we keep getting left to just … figure it out.
I’m fucking tired of having to figure shit out. I’ve had to teach myself to be a person, I cannot do this for fucking everything. I don’t care that you had to do it – do better for us. The whole point of learning is to do better, to be better, to grow, and teach others the shortcuts you had to earn through fighting so we don’t have to waste time on that part and we can get to the real shit, and you can take a fuckin’ break too.
there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter
tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks… that website still lives on
truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that
“ooooh nooooo but a rail strike around the holidays could cripple the economy” damn sounds like their labor is really really important and you should give them what they fucking want
met a women today and she was like “i’m mrs smith, soon to be mrs johnstone” and I was like “aww, that’s lovely! are ye gettin’ married?” and without blinking she hit back with “nah i’m divorcing the cunt” a legend tbh
